[Taoism + the supernatural + the Lu Ban School + comedy + first person]
My name is Zhu Tianliang. Tianliang, as in “utterly lacking in conscience.”
I’m a post-90s Taoist priest.
You could say I became a Taoist priest by complete accident.
It all started when I peeked at a female classmate bathing...
And the temple I joined was just as bizarre.
A crumbling mountain, a rundown Taoist temple, a dimwitted senior brother named A Qiu, and a master who claimed he knew a bit of everything: ghost hunting, feng shui, physiognomy, talismans, witchcraft, healing, the Eight Trigrams, physics, economics, martial arts...
Yet I thought my master had three great loves: widows, drinking, and making beef pizzle swell.
From the day I entered the temple, supernatural events never stopped. The truth behind the nightmare of my family being slaughtered by a werewolf when I was five began to surface...
Years later, I finally realized that the days I’d desperately tried to escape at the temple had been the happiest time of my life.
You can't stop reading, you just can't stop! A very different kind of Taoist novel. Hilarious. Interesting. It gets more and more exciting as you read on!