I Rely on Incense to Cultivate Immortality, and the Whole Village Regards Me as a God

Heaven is lost, the beads of heaven are broken, and the path of incense and enlightenment is completely cut off. Three hundred years have passed and no one in the world can refine incense anymore. Until Chen Qingyang came to this world. On the night he was born, the ferocious wolves retreated, the ancient wells swelled, and the dead trees sprouted new shoots. Everyone in the village said that this baby came from heaven. Fifteen years later, bandits entered the village and put a knife on Li Xiaoya's neck. Chen Qingyang kicked out, and the dark golden light flashed in the night sky. Killing the bandit leader and withdrawing the bandits shocked Qingshi Village. The power of incense and wish comes from the hearts of all people. Three hundred years. The only person who could practice by incense woke up.