Bone Handyman

The sect has existed for thousands of years and has countless geniuses. Some people are born with natural spiritual roots, while others have practiced cultivation for hundreds of years and never found their way there. And I, Li Buwen, am just a little handyman who feeds the cattle and horses. Others are cultivating immortals, flying to the sky, and escaping from the earth. I just want to live in peace and earn a living and raise that black donkey to gain a few more pounds. But this world is never unreasonable. I have lost my spiritual roots and my Taoist heart has not been perfected, so I happened to hit the wind of the sect's change of heaven and the Taoist lineage. They say that a handyman is nameless and his life is as low as grass. But who knew that this unknown person would one day make the world understand that fate may not be determined by God?