My Years as a Taoist Priest!!

My name is Lin Huaisheng. I was born on Qingming and raised in a coffin shop.

On the day I was born, nineteen bolts of heavenly lightning struck outside our courtyard, and the village foxes bowed all night long. From then on, everyone called me a “freak.” My grandfather was the village’s only coffin maker. With a bowl of talisman water, he sealed away my ability to see “unclean things,” and I spent eighteen seemingly ordinary years amid the scent of coffin wood and the crisp snap of an ink marker.

I thought I would follow in my grandfather’s footsteps, tending to this ancient craft and spending my life among lumber and the dead.

Then, when I was twenty, Uncle Wang’s bizarre “resurrection” in the west of the village dragged me into a long-planned whirlpool.

To save my life, my grandfather paid with his own. With his dying breath, he pointed me toward my only chance of survival: traveling a thousand miles to Tianqing City to find a mysterious man named Wang Datou.

But just when I thought leaving my hometown would let me escape my fate, I realized it was only the beginning.

The murderous spirit that haunts me has crossed mountains and rivers to pursue me, its resentment boundless. The Di Ma spirit families who worship fox immortals say I bear an unusual destiny, and that I must practice the arts of both their traditions to survive. And the white fox that appeared for a fleeting moment before my grandfather’s grave seems to be tied to me by countless threads from a past life…

What secret was hidden behind my grandfather’s death? Why is that female ghost so obsessed with me? And what kind of inescapable fate do I bear?

The secret arts of Lu Ban. The Chuma Xian tradition. With a peachwood sword, a few sheets of yellow talisman paper, and a naive young man, a perilous journey to seek the Dao begins, one from which there is no turning back.