Strange Tales of Maoshan Ghost Arts

The protagonist is a Maoshan Taoist who talks a mile a minute, is lecherous, and yet has real skills. The humor and sense of immersion are off the charts. My name is Lin Jiu, the 88th-generation heir to Maoshan, probably. Anyway, that’s what my old drunk of a master said. His only legacy before he kicked the bucket was this Qingfeng Temple, sitting on a prime lot downtown yet so broke even ghosts wouldn’t come near it, plus his final words: “Disciple, guard the temple. The Patriarch… hic… will visit you in a dream tonight…”