Beyond the mountain gate lies a world of mortal bustle.
Zhang Luchen clutches the thirty yuan and eighty cents his master pressed into his hand, along with an ID card. Hugging a shiny, well-oiled fire poker, he is on the verge of tears.
“Master, if you're sending me down the mountain in this day and age, you could at least give me a smartphone!”
The old Daoist yawns. “What do you need a phone for? Your eyes are faster than any 5G or 6G. Go on. Settle your worldly ties, and you'll attain the Great Dao.”
It isn't until Zhang Luchen squats by the roadside, stirring instant noodles with his fire poker and completing a job for an unnamed old ghost, “Visit my unfilial son in a dream and give him a telling-off,” in exchange for twenty yuan, that he finally catches on.
Could his master's so-called “worldly ties” mean setting up a... consulting office for matters between the living and the dead in this bustling world?
“Let's start with a small goal,” he says, chewing on a sausage and gazing at the city's dazzling yet murky sea of lights. He sighs. “Maybe get this fire poker a gold-plated trim?”
He never expected his first “big client” to be the city's legendary, all-powerful, icy female CEO.
And trailing behind her is a long string of... problems that make even Zhang Luchen's teeth ache just looking at them.
It seemed ordinary at first, but slowly and step by step, as the story developed, it became interesting. The more you go on, the more you like it.