No One Wants to Be My Disciple, So I'm Forced to Livestream My Teachings

That year, my master died. With his dying breath, he urged me to take on more disciples and make Longhu Mountain flourish.

I vowed not to let my master down.

Many years passed in the blink of an eye.

Yet I was still alone on Longhu Mountain.

Then one day, my master's grave exploded.

"Master, it's not that your disciple has been slacking off. Times have really changed. These days, everyone's obsessed with money, and nobody wants to cultivate the Dao."

"But don't worry, Master. I've found a great way to recruit disciples quickly."

"I promise to find you a few thousand grand-disciples within a year."

Then I went back into the temple, picked up my phone, logged onto a short-video platform, and started livestreaming as a Daoist priest.

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