Straight String

Naoxian opened her eyes and slowly stood up. She walked slowly to the door. She waved her sleeves and dispersed the clouds. A pair of black and white eyes looked at the human world with a calm expression. "Which immortal died just now?" A fairy appeared, raising her hands to her heart: "Come back up, it's Shanbo God." Zhixian's eyes were slightly lowered, as if they were closed slightly, and he understood clearly in his heart: "He has become very playful in recent years, and his practice has fallen too far. It is useless to hold on to the Buddha's feet, so he has no choice but to go down to earth and go through tribulations to cultivate again." The fairy lowered his head: "Yes." Zhi Xian raised his hand and grabbed the stone pillar next to him, leaning on it, looking at Yun Xiao: "How long do you think I can last?" The fairy said nothing. Zhixian's eyebrows were blank: "Should I also beg the Buddha... But how can I atone for my sin of laziness?"