I am a wandering immortal in the mortal realm.

I traversed countless green mountains not to seek immortals, but only to recognize the smoke of bygone days. In that smoke lay my unreturned sword, lingering in the mortal realm for three hundred years… A young man preparing for the civil service exam was transported to ancient times. One second he was in the exam hall, the next he was in the mortal world. The essay in his hand had become a Taoist scripture, and the pen he held had transformed into a wooden sword. Shen Yuan was speechless—in his past life he was preparing for the civil service exam, in this life he was a Taoist priest. What does it mean for fate to play tricks on people? This is it! So be it! So be it! Although he was ignorant of grains and lazy, could a living person be driven to despair? Shen Yuan planned to learn how to perform rituals first, to solve his hunger and thirst. But seeing the continuous stream of gods, ghosts, spirits, and monsters, Shen Yuan, who had only intended to fool them, fell silent… Wait, are you serious?… On Linquan Mountain stood an old Taoist temple, which neither worshipped the Three Pure Ones nor revered the Jade Emperor. The villagers all said that the temple must have suffered divine retribution to be in such a dilapidated state. One day, they discovered that the Taoist temple, which had been abandoned for over a decade, was suddenly emitting smoke. They later learned that a new abbot had arrived. Not only was his Taoist magic superb, but he was also strikingly handsome; in short, the female worshippers trembled at his sight, and the male worshippers were terrified! As a result, the temple's incense offerings gradually flourished… In the quiet, empty hall, Shen Yuan sat on a prayer mat, somewhat bewildered—he had initially only wanted to live a life of leisure and idleness, so how had he become an immortal?