Master! Cultivating Immortals Is Really Not as Fun as Working Part-Time.

The old Taoist Priest Wu Yu swept away all his belongings and ran away, leaving only Zhuang Lingyi with a dilapidated Baiqian Temple with leaky mountains and empty granaries. In order not to starve to death in the barren mountains, he split old wooden boards to make recruitment signs, squatted on the mountain road to solicit customers, and printed out the only recruitment notice in the world of immortality: "Are you cultivating immortality? Honey! Food and accommodation are included, 5 days a week and 2 days off, 9 to 5, the kind that helps you deal with enemies when you join the job." Others laughed at him for turning the Qingxiu Immortal Sect into a shop for mortal coolies, but desperate monks came in droves. A swordsman boy with a blood feud, a medicine cultivator girl who was abandoned by her family, an elderly casual cultivator who has nowhere to settle... Zhuang Lingyi accepted a group of "problem disciples" and ran the Taoist temple as a pawn shop, fixed salaries, arranged for holidays, and distributed cultivation resources according to work. He built a small, relaxed and stable sect in the involuntarily entangled and hierarchical world of immortality. From the small Taoist temple on the barren mountain that was about to close down, to the Taoyuan that countless low-level monks yearned for, Zhuang Lingyi relied on his business skills and led his grassroots disciples to counterattack step by step, and embarked on a path of anti-routine cultivation. It is difficult to cultivate immortality in this world, and it is even harder to recruit suitable disciples!