Northeast China: My White Snake Immortal Family Is Too Protective of Its Shortcomings

In the 1990s, the Northeast experienced a wave of layoffs. Others were laid off and re-employed, but I, Chen Bafang, was laid off and re-employed directly to the underworld. As soon as his front foot was kicked out by the tractor factory, my father collapsed on the kang and was unconscious. His whole body was black, and the hospital couldn't find anything. Just when I, a man of 1.8 Meters, was forced to kowtow to Huang Pizi, a white snake beauty who claimed to be my fairy family told me in a dream: "Boy, you are destined to be immortal. If you don't establish a court, your father will die and your family will be ruined. You will have to wallow in the mud for the rest of your life." Bah. I, Chen Bafang, was born under the red flag, grew up in the spring breeze, and believe in science. But when that bowl of clear water could illuminate the past and present lives, and three pieces of fragrance could invite ghosts, gods, and spirits, I gave up. For my father and myself, I admit it. Isn't it just to be a younger brother? A bowl of water and three sticks of incense. From now on, the road in the world will be difficult to walk, and I will be the king on the Yin and Yang road. Telling fortunes, catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, only you can think of it, but Chen Tang couldn't do it without me. The banknotes in Heitang are thicker than paper? I will burn you to the ground with a burst of merit. Is the old demon from Changbai Mountain drooling a lot? I invited Tianlei to let you know what it means to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It is said that it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away, but when it comes to Chen Bafang, the rules have to be changed. No matter if you are a human or a ghost, a fairy or a demon, if you offend me, I will let you know what Northeastern stew is all about, all cooked in one pot.