I, Xiao Ang, am fourteen years old, a second-year junior high school student, and my life goal is to help my grandma finish copying the stack of "consecration scriptures" she brought back from the Xiaoxiao Temple, and to fulfill my filial piety.
After all, after practicing calligraphy for five years, this little bit of work is nothing. But as I kept copying, things began to go wrong——
I was able to remember everything in the final exam and was ranked among the top ten in my grade; I ran a kilometer in the physical test and threw the physical education students half a circle, and the physical education teacher turned pale; the gangster punched me, but I was fine, but his hand bones were cracked.
Grandma insisted that the Bodhisattva appeared, and would praise everyone she met, "My grandson has copied the scriptures and discovered wisdom." The head teacher suspected that I was cheating and made up the exam on the spot. I got a perfect score. The whole school thought I had secretly taken stimulants, and the Education Bureau came to investigate.
What's even more outrageous is that there was a Taoist priest who squatted downstairs in my house for three days and called out "Senior, I want to be a disciple" when we met. There was a rumor in the cultivating circle that there was a reclusive boss who looked like a junior high school student hiding in the city. An evil cultivator stole scriptures in the middle of the night and was chased and beaten by my grandma with a broom.
But I really don't want to become an immortal.
I just want to copy scriptures peacefully, cook porridge with my grandma, and get into a good high school. How could he copy it and become the young supreme recognized by the world of cultivators?
Later someone asked me: If you had the chance to ascend, why didn't you leave?
