My name is Wu Duqing, the last Taoist priest at Qingzhen Temple on Mount Longhu.
On my first day down the mountain, the head of the powerful Yang family knelt before my crumbling temple and begged me to save his life.
His family business was collapsing, and disaster kept striking his relatives, all because someone had sabotaged the feng shui formation their ancestors had used to attract wealth.
I broke the deadly formation and laid the vengeful ghost haunting him to rest.
I thought I could simply walk away once it was done, but word got around.
The crime lord of Fengcheng showed up at my door in the middle of the night. “Master, my hotel is haunted…”
I promptly served him a package deal: “turn yourself in and atone for your crimes.”
When the feng shui clans of the capital fought each other from afar, one blast of my sword energy was enough to scare them stiff.
The rich young masters who once looked down on me now came bearing jade pendants, begging to become my underlings.
I only wanted to visit my parents back home and live in peace.
But as soon as I got off the train, my phone started ringing off the hook.
“Master Wu, black smoke is rising from my family’s ancestral graves. Please come take a look!”
“Daoist, something keeps going wrong at the property development I just bought. Name your price!”
“Heavenly Master, we have a project worth tens of billions. We just need you to pick the site!”
Looking at the long line outside my door, I sighed.
My master was right. Once you leave the mountain, you can forget about peace and quiet.
Well then… I suppose I’ll have to set a few rules for this troubled world.
Can publish more this kind of book