Xu Xiaofang has been a mortal monk for more than two hundred years. By chance, she was taken to the fairy world. After a few months, she couldn't bear it anymore and decided to return to her hometown in the mortal world.
The god Zhuo Yuan asked: "The emperor has allowed me to help you break through the realm and ascend to become an immortal. Why don't you want to?"
Xiaofang: "My wild boar can't eat fine chaff."
Zhuo Yuan: "That's true."
Xiaofang: "?"
Zhuo Yuan: "Why exactly?"
Xiaofang said slowly: "Lord God, you know in your heart that it is not me, Xu Xiaofang, that the fairy world wants to keep."
All the grievances and disputes here are only related to another person.
"We're going to say goodbye now. We're like businessmen. I'm afraid we won't see each other again, but I will set up a memorial tablet for you and worship it every day to accumulate incense for you!"
Zhuo Yuan's heart was filled with anger: "Don't you have a summoning order?"
The summoning order is just a way for monks to use the names of ghosts and gods to strengthen their magic power, and it cannot really summon the deity. Xiaofang didn't quite understand why he mentioned it, but it didn't matter. Maybe not long after, even Xu Xiaofang, an ordinary mortal, would disappear from this world.
It's just that the human world has been in a state of confusion for several years, but one day Xiaofang was unexpectedly summoned by a god.
But when he saw Zhuo Yuan again, he was blind and weak. She slowly approached the lonely figure, in disbelief.
"Who?" Zhuo Yuan heard the movement around him keenly, "Xu Xiaofang?"
Xiaofang opened her eyes wide.
"What are you doing sneaking around there?"
The moment Zhuo Yuan called out the name that only belonged to her, her heart beat like a drum, and the desolation deep in her soul that no one cared about seemed to have a glimmer of life again.
Purpose: All living things have meaning