In the Third Year of My Life, I Went Crazy Relying on Yin People's Tricks.

(Sinister) (Funny) Chen Shoutian, a handyman of the Qinglan Sect, has been sweeping the floors and collecting herbs for three years. His spiritual roots were rotten and his cultivation was hopeless. He had long been lying down and just wanted to survive until he retired. Until he was ridiculed and humiliated by a prodigy in public, the inconspicuous coarse cloth bag on his body suddenly came to life. It's called a bag of cause and effect, and it looks ordinary, but it's full of crooked tricks of cause and effect! He doesn't practice demon-slaying sword light or immortality pills, but only deals with those monks who like to put on airs. Bu Nang only uses contempt as fuel. Anyone who despises Chen Shoutian from the bottom of his heart will easily fall into embarrassing embarrassment on the spot. He puffs up his chest and looks cool, but his body is trembling and he can't stand still; Charge and hit someone, and your legs suddenly get stuck; When he opened his mouth to taunt, his whole body felt itchy for no reason, and his aloof persona immediately collapsed. The sects are all saying that Chen Shoutian brings bad luck, and whoever steps on him will die. But the longer time went by, the more Chen Shoutian felt something was wrong: How come there are always talented people from all walks of life who rush to belittle themselves and take the initiative to deliver fuel to their doorsteps?