Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Of course, though they had their doubts, no one really delved deeper into the matter.


On this twilight evening, Shu Guan came to the small alley where Xin Xiang Temple was located, and saw a scene reminiscent of a popular new milk tea shop from his previous life.


People formed a long line that extended from the depths of the alley all the way to the street outside.


Of course, the long lines outside those shops in his previous life were often formed by hired help.


However, the long line outside Xin Xiang Temple consisted of refugees – the old and the young, carrying their families and their belongings, their faces filled with unmatched devotion and gratitude.


Looking at this scene, Shu Guan walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, joining the queue waiting to receive their dinner.


In his hands behind his back, he held a wooden bead.


It was through this wooden bead that Shu Guan divined that the owner of this bead was now here.


Chapter 45: The Monk Who Became a Thief (Part 3)