Master Tao, I Only Want to Practice Taoism and I Don't Want to Be a Brave Man.

Su Qingxuan, twenty years old, was a young Taoist priest who grew up in a Taoist temple. The usual daily routine is: get up early in the morning to boil water and cook medicine, draw talismans in the afternoon to rest the soul, and practice breathing exercises with the master in the evening - "Be careful, keep your mind steady, and don't be greedy for pleasure. The spiritual energy in the world has become turbid, so don't inhale it randomly." Then he went down the mountain to buy rice for his master and was hit by a large truck and died on the spot. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the summoning array of the kingdom of another world, surrounded by a group of nobles, saints and knights in ceremonial robes, and loudly announced: "Great brave man! Please defeat the Demon King and save our world!" Su Qingxuan was silent for three breaths and answered politely: "I'm sorry, I'm a disciple of the Taoist sect. Logically speaking, I don't accept jobs and I don't bear the blame." From this moment on, the whole world thought he was crazy.