>My name is Wang Tian, and I am the last descendant of a thousand-year-old Taoist sect. I make a living by setting up a fortune-telling stall on an urban overpass.
>One day, the daughter of a wealthy family offered him a hundred thousand yuan: "Son, will you come and see my haunted house?"
>I stepped into the gloomy villa and drew a Taoist talisman.
>The whole building was silent for an instant, and the way Qian Jin looked at me changed.
But there are always some blind people who want to step on me.
>Those rich second generations who laugh at me don't know——
>What they stepped on was not a soft persimmon, but the Taoist ancestor who had been sleeping for thousands of years.
