I, Qin Yucheng, have studied Taoism at Longhu Mountain for twenty-two years.
I could open my Celestial Eye at five; by fifteen, I had mastered talismans and formations. My master said it was time for me to descend the mountain, then promptly died.
With 4,800 yuan and a jade pendant in my pocket, I came to Jiangzhou.
I rented a haunted house, helped a female ghost move on, and helped the police dig up a body that had been buried for three years.
My landlord started treating me like his own ancestor. The police gave me their business cards.
Not bad. Life at the foot of the mountain wasn't hard to manage.
That was until I discovered my master wasn't dead. He had faked his death to trick me into coming down the mountain.
And my origins, the Demon King's seal from thirty years ago, and the woman named Su Wan at Jiangzhou University: they were all connected.
Fine. Since I've come down the mountain, I might as well take a good look at the world.
