Conjuration to Communicate with Gods: from Writer to Patron Saint of Hot Summer

I carved the spell on the bullet. That day I was kicked out by my landlord, with only twenty-eight and a half yuan in my pocket. I went into a shop called "Jieyou" on a rainy night, and the old man gave me a yellow paper charm: "Go to Yunmeng Mountain and look for Qingyunzi." I thought I could cultivate immortality from now on, fly swords and talismans, and live a long and happy life. Until I joined the Jiuzhou Bureau and stood on the Qingzhou border—— The demon tide came over, and a row of thirty soldiers pushed forward with their bodies. In the end, only three came back alive. The company commander who led the team had his hands covered with blood and said with red eyes: "What they lack is not courage." I understand. What they lack is something that can penetrate the monster. When I got back, I tore up all the talismans and burned the spell book. Three months later, I slapped a report on the desk of the Jiuzhou Bureau: "Conception of the Spiritual Weapon System - Let mortals pick up a gun that can kill demons." The old man from the Tao League scolded me for being deviant. People from aristocratic families laughed at me for talking nonsense. Even my master Qingyunzi said: "This road is too difficult to walk." I just asked: "It's difficult, so you won't leave?" Then let's go. From the first flaming wooden sword to the "Shouxia-1" psychic rifle issued to border guards. From the "Spirit Soldier Phase 1" composed of 300 farmers, to the nine major war zones with millions of guns pointed at the national border. From the "Lingxu Lao Liu" who can step on anyone, to standing on Kunlun Mountain and telling everyone to shut up—— "Today, I'll let you take a look at what is meant by conjuring magic!"