Lu Xiaoyu wins a Celestial Master System in a lottery held to mark his tenth year in the Daoist sect. From then on, a Daoist who was determined to live the life of a lazy salted fish is forced onto a one-way road to exorcising demons and defending the Dao...
“Daoist, I drew the worst fortune stick. What should I do?”
“Here, take this tube. It’s full of the best fortune sticks!”
“Daoist, what does this talisman say? Can zombies read it?”
“They can’t. I just want to catch them off guard while they’re trying to figure it out!”
“Daoist, I heard Daoists aren’t allowed to get married. Is that true?”
“Of course we can get married. Anyone who says Daoists can’t is spouting feudal superstition!”
“Daoist, I like you!”
“Hey! You’re that ugly and you still want to ruin my Daoist heart?”
“Daoist, I heard you can all tell fortunes. Could you predict the winning numbers for the next Double Color Ball lottery?”
“If I could do that, would I still be sitting here?”
What I thought was good-looking turned out to be the same old routine: working as a bodyguard for a rich man's daughter and going to school together.