Since I took over that broken Taoist temple, my life has been comparable to managing a cross-species "psychopath" kindergarten.
Huang Jiuye, a mountain patrol protector, has a main job of spreading rumors, and a side job of gathering information; Pan Andao, a walking city god, has to type back and rewrite three work reports a day if there is even a missing punctuation mark; a strong-willed river guardian, whose life creed is "protecting the forest, bears have a duty", and wants to beat up the bald man when he sees it; the painted-skinned beauty Hongxiu, whose lifelong pursuit is to empty her "Tiandao shopping cart".
And I, Lin Shouyi, am the only designated breeder and scrapper of these weirdos from the three realms.
The daily life of the Taoist temple is: meetings! Quarrel! Write a report! And find ways to fill the huge merit deficit caused by someone's crazy online shopping.
Don't ask me how to slay demons, ask me first how can I prevent them from getting involved and tearing apart the family today!
