Immortality Is Not Allowed in This World

A bolt of lightning split the rainy night. Gong Ziqian saw that thing - it was hunched over, wearing tattered Confucian robes, with only a pair of green eyes looking upward. That's a mandrill. He pierced its fontanel with a mahogany stick. But in the family of forty-three, he was the only one left alive. Half a month later, he became a beggar in Jiangyang City. No one recognized this unkempt young man as the fourth son of the Gong family. He swallowed an elixir of unknown origin in a ruined temple in the east of the city, which temporarily suppressed the corpse poison. And at an inn outside the city, he exchanged a glass of water and a copper branch for the word "Master" from the lady's carriage. He wanted to go to Yunju Mountain to detoxify, but he got lost in the sea of ​​bamboo. The three people traveling together - the straightforward Li Erniu, Feng Su with a deer head and rat eyes, and Feng Qing with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks - who is a human and who is a demon? A scream came from the ruined temple. Li Erniu struck down with his sword, and what fell was Feng Qing's head. Feng Qing's eyes were still staring at his brother.