
This Palace is Guaranteed
by Big Glutinous Rice Ball Sauce
About This Novel
On the third day of unemployment, I went crazy with the big sweet potatoes. Taoist Master Ye Zhishan of Hexagram 68 said that I "had a bloody disaster recently." My free host, Feng Yucai Caihong, complimented me on my "good looking face". I gritted my teeth and transferred the money to the Taoist Master: "Tell me more about the bloody disaster!" He turned to the landlord and smiled sweetly: "Sister, I can stay here tonight!" The night I moved into the mansion, I held the evil amulet sold by the Taoist priest in my left hand. The right hand brushed his trumpet's comments about eating melons in metaphysics: "Today I deceived another wrongdoer. She actually believed that the 68 hexagram would give me a consecrated gourd." I stared out the window at the sword that was starting to emit black smoke, and silently dialed the channel director's phone number: "Fellow Taoist, does your Taoist temple... Issue invoices?"
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