Ever since I took over that run-down Taoist temple, my life has been like managing a kindergarten full of “lunatics” from different species.
Huang Jiugong, the mountain-patrolling guardian, spends most of his time spreading rumors and only investigates intelligence as a side gig. Pan An Dao, the roaming City God, files three work reports a day, and if even one punctuation mark is missing, he has to rewrite the whole thing. Tiegu, the river-protecting water lord, lives by the motto “Protecting the forest is everyone’s bear-uty,” and wants to punch Bald Qiang the moment he sees him. Hong Xiu, the beautiful painted-skin spirit, spends her life trying to empty her “Heavenly Dao shopping cart.”
And I, Lin Shouyi, am the one and only designated caretaker and poop-scooper for this bunch of oddballs from the Three Realms.
Daily life at the temple means meetings! Arguments! Reports! And figuring out how to cover the massive deficit in merit points caused by someone’s compulsive online shopping.
Don’t ask me how to subdue demons and exorcise devils. First ask how I can keep them from competing with each other and tearing the place apart today!
