Keeping My Head Down as a Corpse Collector at the City God Temple

(A misunderstood-protagonist story, no harem, mysterious secrets, the Land of the End, rule-based horror, carrying a coffin, and a corpse collector) A strange wanderer of the martial world, an eccentric from the world of immortals. He has a hunched back, a lame leg, and a face split between yin and yang. He carries the Coffin of No Life on his back, holds the Lantern of No Delusion, and props up a divine crutch that supports Heaven and Earth beneath his arm... His origins are unfathomably mysterious, and he behaves like a madman. He claims to be a corpse collector, and he doesn't seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed. But his immortal root and spiritual meridians were excavated when he was a child. He bears the curse of the Heavenly Prison, won't live past twenty, and has only eighteen months left... Wherever he appears, the whole world is shaken. Everyone assumes he came from that mysterious Daoist temple, but he doesn't see it that way himself.