[Metaphysics + feng shui + no romance + fortune-telling + ghost-hunting]
She was once the greatest cultivator in the world of cultivation, but during her tribulation, her beloved disciple ran her through the heart with a sword. When she opened her eyes again, she had become a poor temple master saddled with 800,000 yuan in debt. She planned to lie flat and do nothing, but then the police came to her door. “Master Xie, has someone tampered with the feng shui of that building in Lujiazui?” She looked up. Good grief, was someone trying to sever the dragon’s vein?
· She’s poor. Really poor. So poor she has to haggle over the price of talisman paper.
· She looks like a sweet, gentle young woman who’s easy to bully, with an innocent smile.
· Every so often, she says something that makes it clear she thinks people in this era are such a hassle.
· “Eight hundred thousand? Back in my day, one sword could buy a whole spirit-mine...” (Then she quietly draws talismans to earn money.)
