Sixty Female Taoist Priests

I am a world-weary little Taoist priest, and he is an atheistic painter. I am responsible for salvation, and he is responsible for recording. In the 1960s, when others were busy making revolutions, I inherited Master's tattered Sou Shan Lu and became the last "ghost undertaker" in the world. I traveled all over the barren mountains and ridges, painting the last portraits and giving the last dignity to those mountain spirits and water monsters that have been forgotten by the times. On the journey, I picked up a painter who was demoted. He can't see ghosts, but he can draw the most vivid and bizarre pictures with just a few words from me. He is my only witness and my biggest flaw. At first, I thought I was crossing a ghost, but later I discovered that in this grand death, we were crossing each other's tribulations. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.