A Taoist Interstellar Nun Emerged from Po Tao Temple

Xi Yan, the self-proclaimed first-volume king of Junk Star, has lived by his life credo for the past eighteen years: To live, you have to scroll! Scroll down for knowledge, skills, and survival—until you get caught up in the insect wave and die without any scraps left. When she opened her eyes, she became an abandoned baby in ancient times, picked up and taken home by an old Taoist priest who broke the Taoist temple. How broken is the Taoist temple? Half of the courtyard wall collapsed, and there was no incense. All food depended on the half bag of rice specially given by Aunt Wang down the mountain because she felt sorry for the baby in the hands of the old Taoist priest. How useless is the old Taoist priest? To tell people Feng Shui depends entirely on the formulas, while in Dingyang House it depends entirely on blindness. Xi Yan looked at the crooked plaque, the leaky wing, and the old Taoist priest's face that said, "Disciple, let's go beg for food." Okay, King Juan can roll it anywhere! Old Taoist Priest: The Patriarch has appeared! I raised a genius! Xi Yan: No, it's a genius that I worked hard to get out. Looking at the proud old Taoist priest, Xi Yan smacked his lips. Okay, let's roll another roll and coax this old man.