Good Grief, This Taoist's Style Is Wild

Gifted from childhood, Guan Jiu has spent years following his master around, making a spectacle of themselves... ahem, roaming the martial world.

With his extraordinary talent for Taoist arts, he has punched his way through the South Mountain Nightclub and kicked his way through the North Sea KTV, leaving a trail of legends behind him.

"That day, he said I looked unwell and might be haunted by an evil spirit. He offered to massage me and drive it away, then felt me up for twenty minutes..."

"Someone investigate! Those two Taoist con artists are bad enough for scamming people out of food and drink, but now they've even got my daughter so lovesick she can't think straight..."

"You little bastard! You even stole my underwear. Zhao Yanlong, aren't you going to do something about that short-lived apprentice of yours?"

"Uh, sorry, miss. The wind blew those underwear into my yard yesterday. I just picked them up."

"Brother Zhao, I'm sorry for accusing Xiao Jiu. It was a misunderstanding. Come by for tea sometime... my husband brought home some really good green tea."

By day, he's a sleazy young man hanging around the streets and alleys. By night, he becomes an heir to the Celestial Master's legacy, driving away demons and ghosts with his left hand and... the realms of yin and yang with his right...

Listen as I tell you the story of him and certain amorous female ghosts that he just can't forget...

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