My Peonies Are Two Thousand Years Old

A shabby little Taoist temple, a peony tree drinking broth, and a little Taoist priest who was not deeply involved were inexplicably involved in a shocking secret. A wealthy businessman with countless money, a secret family with a history of thousands of years... All kinds of powerful forces unite for a different kind of immortality. Monks who cannot form a golden elixir, monsters who cannot transform, petrified ghosts, undead spirits who can only wander around for seven days before disappearing... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.