Cultivation of Immortality Begins with Making a Wish

This is a fairy tale from the old days in the countryside. Three thousand years into the divine calendar, in the age of the End of Dharma, big temples are flourishing with incense, but they only accept wishes but never return them; village temples are in ruins because the gods who really do things starve to death. After Zhu Bai Shoudeng of the Wuming Temple in Qingxi Village died, his disciple Shen still waited for the first seven nights for a "Wish Book" that he opened. Seventeen old wishes weighed down and came back to haunt him. If they were not repaid within three years, he would also run out of money. Shen still doesn't understand the Dao, and only recognizes one principle: if you accept it, you must pay it back. From asking for an ancestral grave for the child who drowned thirty years ago, to asking for debts for the people who were harvested by the plague caused by the Zhengshen, he gradually went from ruining the temple to praying, and became the person who the gods least wanted to see.