I'm the Only One Not Cultivating Immortality

Lin En just wants to plant flowers, bask in the quilt, and sleep peacefully in the "Guiyun Xiaozhu" in Qingyun Mountains. But he forgot that he was invincible at the beginning. As a result, the "trouble" in the world of immortality came to his door automatically: the saint in trouble fell from the sky, smashed the quilt he had just washed, and begged to be his disciple; the reborn devil emperor visited the small building at night, trying to occupy the magpie's nest, but was swatted by a fly and became a sweeper; the dragon girl who escaped from marriage mistakenly entered the small courtyard, and was forced to contract the weeding job in order to seek shelter. Lin En was helpless: "I'm really just a mortal. I plant weeds and use rags. Why do you always think I'm in the atmosphere?" Everyone thought wildly: "Senior's casual patting is the law of the great road!" "Senior's clothesline hanging on the clothesline is a heaven-level magic weapon!" "Senior's broken cattail fan coincides with the principles of heaven!" When Tianyan Pavilion Master Gao Sheng, the number one "King of Volume" in the world of immortality, laid out ten deadly formations, vowing to force out Xiaozhu's trump card. Lin En walked out of the yard hungry because he couldn't deliver takeaways, and tore up the array with his bare hands. Gao Sheng's mentality collapsed: "He calls this salted fish?!" This is the story of an invincible salted fish who was forced to accept a disciple and used "perfunctory" dimensionality reduction to attack the entire world of immortality. Here, involution is worse than lying flat, and calculation is worse than sleeping. After all, when your strength has exceeded the upper limit of the world, breathing is practice, and being in a daze is enlightenment.