Wu Tong, a social animal in the 21st century, died suddenly while working overtime to revise a PPT. His soul traveled through the world of immortals and became a sycamore tree that had just awakened its wisdom.
Good news: You can practice.
Bad news: The body is a tree and cannot move.
In order to avoid being cut down for firewood, he was forced to use his instinct as a scroll king——
While others meditate, he makes a "photosynthesis efficiency chart";
When others are in retreat, he creates a "root and hair LAN" to eavesdrop on the whole sect's gossip;
While others were going through tribulations, he silently put his roots into his spiritual veins, sucking in the tribulation clouds so much that he began to doubt life.
Everyone thought he was the sect's feng shui tree, mascot, and atmosphere group.
Until one day, the Demon Lord came in person, smashed the mountain guarding formation with one palm, and walked towards the main hall with a sinister smile.
When all the disciples of the sect were in despair, Wu Tong sighed, stretched out a branch, and lightly flicked the Demon Lord's forehead.
