The Daoist Master Went Down the Mountain to Preach, and a Bald Donkey Stole His Home

"What? You're telling me to buy a ticket? This is my Taoist temple. Do I have to buy a ticket just to come home?"

"The statue of the Dao Ancestor was replaced with one of the Buddha? Will it really keep things under control?"

"The acting Celestial Master from Mount Longhu brought people to smash the temple? That's slander! I'll sue you for slander! I absolutely did not tell him to do it."

"A trillionaire CEO? How could she possibly be looking for me? You're all so obsessed with chasing a hot story that you've lost your minds."

"Huh? A bald monk ran into a ghost last night? What does that have to do with me? I'm just an ordinary homeless young Taoist."

"Taoist cultivation and immortality? If I knew how to cultivate immortality, would my home still have been robbed? Don't believe that nonsense. You should believe in science."

Su Chen was fed up with all the questions. He waved his hand, clasped his hands behind his back, and flew off to another main peak.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.