Tang Lisan, the King of Immortal Cultivation Scrolls, died in the sky thunder that attracted everyone's attention. When he opened his eyes again, he went back to the day before he entered the Shangqing Sect.
If I were born again, I would be a dog again.
She declined the master in her previous life who cried out to accept a disciple, and passed by her fellow disciples who were involved in a life worse than death by her. Carry flags for divination, roll dice to ask for directions, and become a carefree fortune teller.
When I'm hungry, I eat at street vendors, when it's dark, I stay in an inn. If I don't have money, I do a divination first and then I go to a gambling house to cheat. Tang Lisan couldn't help but sigh that the gods were nothing more than this, and that his life in the previous life was simply in vain.
But since she was caught in a thunderstorm in the wilderness and was forced to sleep in a lonely temple all night, different "people" would knock on her door every six days at half past one.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Boom. Boom boom.
Tang Lisan was terribly sleepy and annoyed, so he opened the door:
"It's so late at night, you'd better be busy."
Intention: I will come back after all my money is gone
