My Taoist Life Began with Breaking the Rules

【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.