This Taoist Priest Is a Little Crazy

My name is Zhang Qingxiao, the last successor of Longhu Mountain. Before my master passed away, he urged me to temper my heart in the mortal world.

So I took a sack of old talisman paper and, dressed in a Daoist robe that was falling apart, made my way into the big city.

The neighbors all thought I’d escaped from a mental hospital. That is, until a haunted house hit the news and a million-follower influencer’s livestream went spectacularly wrong.

I quietly pulled out a half-used cinnabar brush. “Good sir, your brow is dark. I’m afraid a bloody disaster is coming your way.”

With one casual sweep of my hand, a sudden clap of thunder rang out in a cloudless sky.

The property manager trembled as he held out a red envelope. “Celestial Master, our community is looking for a property manager...”

I glanced at the balance in my account and slapped the table with righteous indignation. “Exorcising demons and vanquishing evil is our duty!”

But they gradually realized that my way of driving out evil spirits wasn’t quite what they expected.

While other Daoists set up altars and performed rituals, I pulled out a QR code. “Good sir, even the Three Pure Ones have to make a living.”