I Inherited a Taoist Temple, and None of My Clients Are Human

At twenty, Lin Yang inherits a Taoist temple from his grandfather, along with a client directory.

He thinks it’s just an ordinary inheritance, until he opens the first page of the directory.

[Client: Auntie Wang, the Hanging Ghost King. Request: Find me a head.]

[Client: The Yellow-Skinned Immortal. Request: Go to the city and seek a title. I need someone to say the words.]

[Client: Miss Bai, a thousand-year-old snake demon. Request: Find the scholar who was her husband in a past life.]

Lin Yang: “...”

What on earth is all this?

From then on, Lin Yang is an unremarkable little temple owner by day, but by night he becomes the hottest consultant between the worlds of the living and the dead.

He deals with supernatural incidents, mediates disputes between humans and ghosts, and occasionally helps the underworld’s bailiffs meet their quotas.