At 70, I Went Down the Mountain to Cultivate Immortality.

One-sentence summary: In 1972, after being forced to return to secular life, I went to cultivate immortality~ After traveling through time, just a few days later, Lin Xinghuo became a member of the Sanwu population who was forcibly deported (driven down the mountain)! No relatives, no property, no place to go! I also need to raise three cheeky fox cubs that follow me down the mountain... The burden is so heavy, but fate still won't give up. In her previous life, she was devoted to spiritual practice, and she was in a difficult situation. In this life, she was in the wave of "overthrowing all feudal superstitions". Lin Xinghuo, she was half a step ahead of her innateness at the next mountain? *** To practice or not to practice, the impoverished Lin Xinghuo had no choice. With her infinite strength, she took over the entire old forest. Seeing that I am getting rich, it is no problem. Dang Dang Dang~ A spiritual companion sent from heaven, Rabbit! ——Yes, it's that walking emoticon, with its famous short legs, the closest to a spherical cat! Uncle Xi has brought opportunities, a beautiful world that has never been seen before, and also brought poverty! No spiritual food, no spiritual plants, no money. Lin Xinghuo opened his arms, tears falling from the corners of his mouth: It's okay! Without spiritual food, I purify myself, If there is no spiritual plant, I will cultivate it myself. In the 1970s, wasn't it all about doing it yourself and having enough food and clothing? *** The rabbit, who claims to be a descendant of the mythical beast rabbit, cleverly appointed himself a human partner early on, thinking that from then on he could live peacefully and rely on humans to support him. But, my humans are too good, right? ! So, The grumpy, squeamish and lazy Uncle Xi discovered one day that in this family, he had to do a lot of work and put in a lot of effort, but he was not as pampered as three stinky fox cubs! "I'm not here to join this family, I'm here to rule this family!" Uncle Xi thundered angrily. A slender hand rubbed his head. Zhen Da Lei Xi was confused for a moment. After waking up, Xi condescended: You can rub my head again. Reading guide: In the 1960s, people who cultivated immortal literature were self-reliant and made things from scratch. Intention: Self-reliance, continuous struggle, and turning suffering into wealth of experience!