Master, Save Me? Never Mind!

When Monk Xinyuan came down from the mountain, he knew he had met his tribulation the day he encountered Xin Yuan. Xin Yuan's endless workplace grievances repeatedly pushed the monk, who only wanted to find a simple short-term meal ticket, to the breaking point. And Xin Yuan's peculiar ability to attract ghosts gave the monk a taste of what it meant to “save a crown.”

Late at night, Xin Yuan wailed, “Why are they back again!?” The monk wailed right along with him: “What kind of constitution do you have?!”