Honghuang’s Shady Middleman

“Fellow Daoist, please wait! You have a high forehead and a broad, square jaw. You look like a natural-born immortal. Would you be interested in a part-time job? I've got a position with excellent benefits. Meals and lodging included, one day off every six days, and you only have to work six shichen a day. You'll earn ten yuan. Most importantly, there are tons of gorgeous girls there!” At Shen Bao's enthusiastic pitch, the Taoist riding a black leopard turned around in surprise. He was a middle-aged Taoist with a sharp, simian face, a lean build, and a three-strand goatee. “I am Shen Gongbao. May I ask which blessed immortal mountain you cultivate on, fellow Daoist?”