Siheyuan: From the Start, I Helped Jia Zhangshi Summon a Spirit

The old Daoist had waited more than eighty years for his master and senior brother. Even at the very end of his life, neither of them returned. Perhaps protected by his patriarch, his soul transmigrated back to that war-torn era. When the war ended, Li Weiguo was assigned a place in a Siheyuan. Here was Silly Zhu, hailed as the courtyard's battle god, but actually the ultimate simp. Here was Qin Huairu, a charming widow who had kept her looks, but was really a scheming green-tea lotus. Here was Xu Damao, a projectionist who flirted with every woman he met, but was a genuine scoundrel. Here was the moral paragon, Uncle Yi, who was actually a hypocrite fond of moral blackmail. Here was Uncle Liu, a man with an imposing official air, but a useless coward who was neither a loving father nor a dutiful son. Here was Uncle Yan, who schemed until old age, yet supported his entire family on a meager salary. The whole courtyard reeked of beasts. Li Weiguo had just transmigrated to the Siheyuan on a special mission when he ran into a full-courtyard assembly. For the first time, he witnessed Jia Zhangshi's spirit-summoning trick. As an old Daoist who had transmigrated here, how could he not lend her a hand? And so Jia Zhangshi really did summon “Old Jia”!