Feng Ya Lu

Everyone knows that life will not be smooth sailing, and they also say that there are no coincidences. I have been alive for a hundred years, and if I write down my story, it will probably become the most ups and downs in the mouths of storytellers in teahouses and theaters in the streets and alleys of Beijing. I am a Taoist priest. I used to work under my master all the time thinking about exorcising demons and protecting the world to bring peace. When I left the master's practice, I was engaged in exorcism and catching ghosts. It was considered as a way to live up to the skills taught by my master. I thought the world would be peaceful without evil spirits causing trouble, but things are far from as simple as I thought... The ghost king who escaped mysteriously, the plague that came unexpectedly, the death of my junior brother... Strange things that seemed to have no connection one after another, but slowly lifted a layer of mystery to me. "Qing'er." He called my name in a low voice. Under the setting sun, he chuckled and hugged my waist. "You're so sneaky, you don't look like a serious ghost at first glance. I see that Taoist Shen won't accept you today." He smiled and pecked me on the mouth, "Taoist priest, be careful, I'm just a pervert."