I Really Don't Know How to Do Magic

The thing that little Taoist Xuanji regrets most in his life is eating hot pot around the stove with the Zombie King, the Ghost King, and the old Black Mountain Demon. That day, the demonic energy surged into the sky, and a thunderbolt from Heaven struck down - the wrong person was struck. When he opened his eyes again, he entered the world of magic and fighting spirit and became a waste with zero magic and fighting spirit. Others chanted about setting off fireballs, and he shouted, "Lord of the Land, lend me a fire." While others had been cultivating fighting spirit for thirty years, he asked the City God to take three breaths. Others were kneeling in the church to pray for divine grace. He looked down at the ground - the old landowner who had been ignored for three thousand years was yawning and asked him, "Have you brought any offerings?" Everyone thought he was trash. Later, the Inferi were born and the whole town was about to die. He stood in the black pine ridge and shouted to his feet: "Old man, it's time to go to work." That night, the two thousand people in Qingshi Town knew that the land father-in-law they worshiped seemed to be real.