Immortal Leader, If You Break It, You Have to Pay for It.

The celestial beings in the world slay demons and eliminate demons. When the sword light passed by, the demon died and the people's houses collapsed. No one dared to ask the Immortal Chief for compensation. Gu Andare. He guards a repair shop that will be turned over to a pawn shop tomorrow. He has a small hammer called "Listening to Cracking" - if he hits it, the broken things will speak. Trouble is, none of these things are fuel-efficient lamps. The door panel will complain, the alchemy furnace will throw away the pot, the abacus will protect the owner and refuse to let go, and a room full of old bowls will talk to each other. The person who weighed the medicine didn't know anything and could only tell the weight: "Three cents and seven cents. I don't know what it is, I just know how much. I've only known how much in my life." As for the Zhen Sect ancient sword that had protected the sect for seven hundred years, the first thing he said when he opened his mouth was—— "How long will I have to carry these bastards?" The master disappeared for three years, leaving behind a camphor wood box. There were one hundred and thirty-seven IOUs at the bottom of the box, all owed by the Immortal Sect. They amounted to more than two thousand one hundred taels, and none of them could be recovered. Gu An always thought it was a box of bad debts. It wasn't until he took out the smallest one, walked twenty miles, and got back two or four dollars that he realized that it was not an IOU—— Those were the one hundred and thirty-seven places his master had visited. Everywhere he went, Master asked the same question: Is there anything here that won't make a sound when knocked? If a house collapses, it can be mended; if a sword is broken, it can be mended. But if the weather breaks out, who will we ask to compensate?