Black-bellied Immortal Lord! Unlucky Si Ming!
Five hundred years ago.
"For such a mortal, let's write that he fell in love with a rich girl, was abandoned, fell in love with a fisherman's girl, was also abandoned, and then became the top scholar, fell in love with a princess, and was abandoned again. Well, it's only three things. Let's leave it like that. I remember that Immortal Mo Qing always screamed for an apprentice. Forget it, let this mortal breathe his last breath. I went up to Kunlun Mountain and became a pure-hearted monk. Oops, I'm sleepy. It's time to sleep." Si Mingxingjun, who had finished thinking about a mortal's fate, took a grape next to him and threw it into his mouth very skillfully. Then he threw the fortune-telling book in his hand aside, fell back, and began to take a nap.
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The evil deeds committed five hundred years ago have created the evil destiny of this life.
When the calamity period came, Si Mingxingjun had no choice but to descend to earth.
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Is it calamity? Or was he held in the palm of a magic stick?