My Master Is Dead. Send Paper Offerings If You Need Anything

Xu Bu Wen wanted nothing more than to retire and lie flat, so the first thing he did after transmigrating was make the Heavenly Dao bow to him. The original body's disciples were all exceptionally talented, but every one of them had left the sect and was causing havoc outside, plotting every day to kill their master. If nobody reined them in, they would surely tear a hole in the heavens one day. They were the Heavenly Dao's greatest headache. Xu Bu Wen was extremely unwilling. If the original body's own master couldn't handle them, how could a transmigrator like him do any better? Unless the Heavenly Dao bowed to him. Then the villains discovered that... Their master had lost his memory and didn't remember them. He'd also lost his cultivation. He could choke to death just from drinking water. The villains were furious and indignant, possessed by madness, and crawling around in the dark. They were all ready to rebel against their master and take their revenge, but the second senior sister, who had returned reborn, slapped each of them once. Much later, Xu Bu Wen stared silently at his disciples, who were scouring the world for treasures that could extend his life. The Demon Realm's treasures were stolen. His disciples did it. The demon race's divine artifact was stolen. His disciples did it. Some sleeping old ancestor was dug up. His disciples did it. Heavenly Dao: If bowing can make this master and disciple pair go away, I'll bow in every direction. [A lighthearted, heartwarming, everyday story about raising disciples] Theme: A harmonious family brings prosperity to everything.