Zhao Jingchun, a hundred-four-year-old Suchun master, spent his life in poverty and asceticism. He used herbs and trees to treat illnesses, used tranquility to calm people's hearts, and did not seek supernatural powers or immortality. At the end of his life, his soul accidentally fell into the mysterious world.
In this area of heaven and earth, the Immortal Lord is flying in the sky with countless magic techniques. Monks spend their entire lives chasing aura, opportunity and longevity, treating mortals as nothing but trivial matters and treating suffering as the norm in this world.
With a body of mortal bones and two sleeves of pure wind, Master Suchun has never practiced the immortal method of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, and he has no intention of competing for heavenly materials and earthly treasures. He only found a mountain col with grass knotted as a hut, collected medicines and consulted doctors, and helped homeless people free of charge. He passed down simple guidance methods to teach people to consolidate their roots and meditate, and eliminate the hostility in their hearts.
The Immortal Sect regarded him as a threat to order, and put up pressure at all levels by setting up confusing formations, attracting evil spirits from the mountains, and cutting off water sources. But the coercion of spells and spells in the sky cannot shake a pure and unseeking Taoist heart.
He did not open a sect, establish a sect, accept disciples, or seek incense and worship.
I don't compete with the immortals for power, I don't compete with the monsters, I just want to keep an inch of kindness in the muddy world.
The great road is not in the secret realm at the top of the clouds, but in one porridge, one meal, one thought and one action.
When thousands of monks persistently seek eternal life from outside, only Zhenren Suchun takes an ordinary body and establishes an ordinary path.
