Let Me Tell You About Feng Shui, and You Have Wiped Out All the Head-Lowering Masters!

In the afternoon at Bentou Gong Lane in George Town, Zhang Jiuxuan was wearing flip-flops and was slumped in a rocking chair, sipping iced white coffee. Who would have thought that this young man who opened a dilapidated antique shop on the old street and waited to die would be the last generation of purple-robed Celestial Masters in Longhu Mountain, China! Until one day, Datuk Datuk's son knelt down in front of his shop in tears while holding a "Buddha" that was oozing black blood. "Master Zhang, help! The local mage ran away, Azan from Thailand vomited blood, and my family is about to be wiped out!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.