Everyone says life never goes smoothly, and that there's no story without coincidences.
I've lived for a hundred years. If my story were written down, it would surely become the most dramatic tale ever told by storytellers in the teahouses and theaters on every street in the capital.
I'm a Daoist priest. Back when I studied under my master, I spent every day dreaming of vanquishing demons and protecting the world so it could live in peace. After completing my training, I made a living exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts, doing justice to everything my master had taught me.
I thought that with no demons wreaking havoc, the world would be at peace. But things were far from as simple as I'd imagined...
The ghost king's bizarre escape, the strangely timed plague, my junior fellow disciple's death... One by one, these strange incidents seemed to have nothing to do with each other, yet they slowly lifted a veil of mystery before me.
“Qing'er.” He murmured my name.
Beneath the setting sun, he smiled and put an arm around my waist.
“Sneaking around like this, you clearly aren't any proper kind of ghost. Let's see Daoist Shen exorcise you today.”
He pecked me on the lips with a smile. “Then this Daoist should be careful. I'm a lecherous ghost, after all.”
Qingchen is so handsome ❤️