This Monk Doesn't Look Like a Good Person.

Before his death, the master grabbed his collar and told him to return to secular life, so Wuchen had no choice but to put away the wooden fish and go down the mountain to slay the demons - but he didn't expect that the business scope would become more and more crooked. The female ghost lay outside his window and drooled: "Holy Monk, your relics are shining on me!" The demon king handed over a gold-encrusted business card: "Master, would you consider opening a temple in partnership? We will split the account between 30 and 70!" The Taoist elders complained every day: "This bald donkey used Buddhist scriptures to save my family's evil ghosts again! That's KPI!" Wu Chen used the salvation spell in his left hand to blow away demons, and collected demon fees via WeChat in his right hand. Behind him, there were a bunch of beautiful girls who were crying and wanted to be "purified". He looked at the sky and folded his hands in grief and anger: "Amitabha, Master, you lied to me... This world of mortals is so hot!