My name is Wang Qiang. I have been single for 30 years. I was severely beaten as soon as I entered the society. By some strange combination of circumstances, I traveled to the Qing Dynasty. I never expected that I would be reborn as a slave who could be beaten and scolded. The suffering really did not spare me at all. Finally one day I seized the opportunity, killed the housekeeper, signed a certificate of surrender, and went to Qinglong Temple on Longtou Mountain to become a Taoist priest.
I thought that with the old Taoist priest Shanglong Zhenren as my backer, things would go smoothly in the future, but I didn't expect that the old Taoist priest ran away, leaving a mess for these thousands of refugees. In desperation, the three of us brothers and sisters took up the great cause of saving the common people.
Faced with the food and drink of these thousands of people, I could only fill my stomach with "brought ideas". The nearby landowners and bandits were not spared. I was affectionately called "the living king of hell" by them.
At this time, it was the 60th year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, which was 1795 AD. Officials were corrupt, people were in dire straits, and internal and external troubles were about to break out. How could we turn around such a predicament?
