Introduction：
The snow in Yanhui Mountain buried half of the mass graves. No one remembers the unknown people who died in the wilderness, and no one pays attention to the orphans squatting in the pile of monuments and carving words.
. He is recognized as an "ordinary iron root" in the world of immortality. Not even the slightest light can shine out from the spiritual stone. He guards the ruined temple, holds an iron chisel that has been polished three times, and carves monuments in exchange for food. He is regarded by all monks as a born base.
No one believed that an ordinary person could ascend to heaven, but Lin Zhen refused to accept his fate. He has been touching tombstones for ten years, distinguishing stone patterns and iron bones. He has carved names for more than a hundred unknown dead people, made plows without curling blades for thirty-seven villages, and built eaves for refugees from three thousand miles away. Without the inheritance of the Immortal Lord, without the golden finger of the system, he only relied on an iron chisel and the dead principle of "let the humble have food". Step by step, he carved out a road to heaven from the deepest part of the mud, and carved "Being humble is not a shame" into the rules of the three realms.
