When I was eighteen years old, I failed to make it into the college entrance examination. I was disheartened and accidentally broke into a Taoist temple deep in the mountains.
I thought I was just taking a rest, but unexpectedly, the crazy old Taoist priest forced me to press my head and poured him a bowl of talisman water. Inexplicably, he became his closed disciple. From then on, the ballpoint pen in my hand was replaced by a mahogany sword, and the words I recited became the obscure "The Book of Saviors".
In the past three years, I followed my master through mansions and barren tombs, seeing all the "fairies protecting the family" who borrowed fortune, the devils in red clothes collecting debts, and the human heart, which is more unpredictable than ghosts and gods. I learned how to read Feng Shui, draw talismans, identify yin and yang, and see what real Chinese horror is.
On the day when my master passed away, I went down the mountain alone, carrying a notched copper coin sword and half a broken scroll.
There is one less college student in the world, but there is one more "Mr. Chen" who walks the yin and yang and specializes in curing evil spirits.
The road is long and long, and on this journey, let's see how I can slay demons, save ghosts, and save people.
