Taoist help me live forever

Title: Cultivating Immortality and Immortality from Self-realization of Innate Magical Power

Author: Stupid is not too sweet

Summary: In the 115th year of Tianqi, the spiritual tide of Daxia has revived, and it is the second hundred years since the advent of immortals and demons.

In the prison of the county government in Heishan County, the time traveler Zhao Xi did not wait for the redress of his unjust imprisonment, but instead waited for the last meal before execution.

But he didn't want to die, so he chose to gamble everything, awaken his enlightenment, create his own innate magic skills, and fight his way out.

From this day on, Zhao Xi's identity kept changing.

Death row inmates, wanted criminals, scum of the martial arts world, lackeys of the imperial court, martial arts masters, leaders of the evil cults, martial arts legends, giants of the evil ways, great immortals...

He is the immortal and he is also the devil.

However, Zhao Xi still prefers everyone to call him Doctor Zhao.

"The world is sick, I have to cure it!"

"If you don't trust my medical skills, I also know a little bit about martial arts."

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(The following is an explanation and apology for the delay in publishing the new book. It contains a lot of nonsense, so you don’t have to read it.)
The new book is released much later than expected, and the extra chapter has become an unfulfilled promise. I would like to apologize to everyone in advance.

But allow me to quibble a little.

The experience of these two months is more exciting than my previous two years.

After finishing the old book, I swear, I just lay there for about a week.

Just when I was planning to start writing the sequel, my grandfather fell ill and was unable to get out of bed.

There is no young person at home to take care of me, so I am an unemployed vagrant with nothing to do.

So the responsibility of buying groceries, cooking and taking care of the elderly fell on me. Under such circumstances, I definitely was not in the mood to write any light-hearted and happy side story.

But actually I didn't take care of him for long, probably about another week.

Early that morning, it was raining heavily and the wind was strong. I was riding my bike to the vegetable market. When I was going downhill, I was not paying attention and my bike flipped over, and I also flipped over.

Fortunately, I didn't break any bones, but I couldn't get out of bed for a while.

Now I have to be taken care of by someone. Fortunately, my brother-in-law came and could take care of two people at the same time.

At the same time, my grandfather finally stopped being stubborn and went to the hospital obediently.

Another half month has passed.

While I was lying in bed, I wrote the beginning of the new book, which was my first draft.

The doctor said that my grandfather could be discharged temporarily and the situation would be observed and prepared for surgery. At this time, my feet could also walk slowly, and I happily rode my electric scooter to pick up people for discharge.

It was morning again, and it was raining again, but the rain was not as heavy as that day.

I didn't fall, but I sprained my arm.

I didn't take it seriously at first, but my hands still hurt as I'm typing now, and I can't use gravity. Maybe it's because my feet can stay still, so they recover quickly. But my hands can't be idle, either on the keyboard or the mouse, either typing or playing games, so the recovery is very slow.

During this period, despite my disability, I was determined to write two more beginnings, and thus the second version of the draft was born.

It is worth mentioning that my grandfather moved back to hospital the day after he was discharged from the hospital, and my brother-in-law, who had just returned home to rest, was called over again.

When I first went to the hospital, I was very reluctant. I felt that my time was up and I wanted to rest in peace at home. No matter what I did, I wouldn't listen. I was too weak and my hands were injured, so I couldn't even drag him away.

In the end, the pain was unbearable and I had no strength left. It took seven or eight hours, and we called an ambulance in the afternoon, but it was another ordeal.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore.

In this situation, I'm in no mood to write at all.

To be honest, I was a left-behind child and was raised by my grandparents, so when they get old, I am willing to spend money and effort to take care of them.

But only when they really fell ill did I understand the saying that there will be no filial sons by the bedside of a long-term patient.

I don’t know if all the old people in the world are the same. Once they get sick, they become suspicious and want to make arrangements for their funeral.

I was exhausted from the torment. When I think back on it now, it's still gloomy, without a single ray of sunshine.

But the sky can't always be dark.

The elderly at home are already being taken care of by other people, so I just need to send them money every month.

Now I rent a small house outside. Although the quality of life is not half of that at home, my mental quality has greatly improved. Now I finally have the energy to write a new book.

To sum up, I really wasn't lazy. (End of this chapter)