Still Digging or Not?

A moment ago, Hanyu had sworn up and down that he would never do something as stupid as digging a mountain with his bare hands. Yet before much time had passed, he was eagerly at it.

Not only was he at it, he was doing it with a deep sense of grievance.

Who the hell got beaten to death just for digging at the dirt a few times at the foot of a mountain?

He had.

It would have been one thing if the old man had forbidden him from stealing the hoe, but he'd beaten him to death just for digging up a few ounces of dirt?

After dying so many times, Hanyu had finally figured it out. If he wanted to pass this trial, this old geezer called Yugong, also known as Zhishou, was an obstacle he absolutely couldn't get around.

"Reborn into this life, I'll trample my enemies underfoot."

Having come back to life once more at the foot of the mountain, Hanyu couldn't help but roar, his heart swelling with ambition.

He had only let out a few shouts when an ill-timed voice sounded again.

"Who are you going to trample?"

The old geezer appeared out of nowhere again, hoe in hand, strolling about. This time, he had also brought a winnowing basket.

It seemed this fellow was either on his way to fill in the mountain or already busy doing it.

Hanyu's lofty spirit abruptly crumpled. He hunched his shoulders and gave an awkward smile.

The old geezer eyed him suspiciously, shook his head, then hoisted the hoe and started up the mountain again.

Hanyu hurriedly stepped aside, lowering his head and making room for the old geezer to pass.

"Trample whoever you like, just don't trample my flowers and grass."

The old geezer still