Keeping a Low Profile as an Immortal in a Taoist Temple

[No System, no naive do-gooder, no harem, no tired tropes, and not abandoned] [If the gods can't dispel the darkness, then dancing with ghosts is a kind of kindness, too!] On a clifftop high in the mountains, Lin Daoxuan raised his trekking pole to the sky and roared, “Damn you, heavens! You think I'm scared of a little thunder? Give me one more scare and I'll punch a hole right through you!” As Lin Daoxuan's roar faded, muffled peals of thunder rolled across the sky, like the heavens' furious growl, voicing their displeasure with him. A bolt of lightning suddenly burst from the clouds and shot toward Lin Daoxuan on the mountaintop. The instant the lightning struck the trekking pole in Lin Daoxuan's hands, one last resentful thought flashed through his mind: “A metal trekking pole! The shopkeeper wasn't lying. I'm definitely leaving him a terrible review!”