Su Tang passed through and became a once-in-a-hundred-year-old spiritual root in the world of immortality. All five elements were disabled and there was no way to practice. Anyone else would have been crying and fighting, but it was better for her. She carried her luggage and headed for the barren mountain: "Isn't planting flowers and keeping bees better than hunting and killing?"
After being bound to the [Wanhua Fen Spiritual Bee System], the spiritual flowers she planted grew into a sea overnight, and the spiritual bees she raised brewed heaven-defying spiritual honey. Golden moisturizes the body, pinkish white nourishes Qi, and gradient honey can repair meridians. She took it as a specialty and sold it at a stall in the town, with three spiritual stones in a jar. The people who bought it broke through the bottleneck on the spot, and the news spread like crazy.
The monks from all walks of life squatted secretly, and no one knew that the spiritual honey came from the hands of a mortal girl.
Until one evening, Su Tang picked up a white-haired child in a pool of blood on the mountainside, full of evil spirits and on the verge of dissipating. She casually fed her own collection of seven-color glazed honey - the child was alive and would not leave. Su Tang, a Buddhist, made the decision: "Then be my disciple and take care of the food."
The child nodded silently. In my heart: I am the number one immortal in Kyushu. Thousands of people kneel down and worship me, and all saints give way to me. I was accepted as a disciple by a mortal girl. Where would I put my face when word spread about this?
