Those Years When I Was a Taoist Priest! !

My name is Lin Huaisheng. I was born in Qingming and grew up in a coffin shop. Since the day I was born, nineteen thunderbolts struck outside the courtyard, and the foxes in the village kowtowed all night long. I became what others called a "freak." My grandfather was the only coffin maker in the village. He used a bowl of talisman water to seal my eyes that could see "dirty things", allowing me to spend eighteen seemingly ordinary years amidst the fragrance of the coffin and the crisp sound of the ink fountain. I thought I would be like my grandfather, guarding this ancient craft and dealing with wood and dead souls all my life. It wasn't until I was twenty years old that Uncle Wang in the West Village's bizarre "deception" completely involved me in a long-planned whirlpool. In order to save my life, grandpa paid the price with his life. Before he died, he pointed out the only way for me to survive - to go to Tianqing City, thousands of miles away, to look for a mysterious man named "Wang Datou". However, when I thought I could escape my fate by escaping my hometown, I discovered that all this was just the beginning. The evil spirit that followed him like a shadow came across the mountains and rivers with overwhelming resentment; the Dima Fairy Family, which worshiped the Fox Fairy, said that I had a strange fate and needed two Taoist practitioners to save my life; and the white fox that suddenly appeared in front of my grandfather's grave seemed to have inextricably entangled with me in my past life... What kind of secret is hidden in grandpa's death? Why is that female ghost so obsessed with me? And what kind of inescapable "fate" am I burdened with? Luban's secret technique is the way to achieve immortality. A peach wood sword, a few pieces of yellow talisman paper, and an ignorant young man embarked on a path of inquiry that was full of dangers but could not turn back.