Where in Life Is There Not a Trap?

Having taken care of his business, Qin Fen had nowhere to go. It seemed that in a city as vast as the capital, there was nowhere he could head to right away. The timing was just awkward, close to noon, and there did not seem to be enough time to visit any famous sights or historic sites.

He glanced at the dimly brightening sky and could only sigh at how miserable life was.

He chose to hole up in the hotel. The smog was thick; Qin Fen was not afraid of it, but Little Bean was constantly restless and could not stand it. Every breath made the top dog among the Heavenly Court's stray dogs feel as sick as if he had eaten shit.

Back in his room, Qin Fen took out his phone and checked WeChat. Everything was harmonious once again. Did the Buddhist School have no drive to strive and improve?

It was not that they did not want to. The Heavenly Dao had simply been too absurd lately, and effort was no longer proportional to reward. They were all honestly waiting. Recently, Spirit Mountain had become popular with giving sermons, meditating, and cultivating one's character. Ever since red packets had appeared, Qin Fen had been subtly and tirelessly changing the state of the Buddhist School. Magnificent.

Thinking of what he was about to do, Qin Fen decided to make something happen in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

There was dietary therapy and fitness in the Mortal Realm, but the results? That was hard to say. A discount had to be applied. Why? Everyone understood without saying it: there were too few natural foods and too many genetically modified ones. Since that was the case, Chef Qin decided to find something for the Land God to do and get