My name is Lin Jianchuan, and I am a lay Taoist priest.
He doesn't open a forum to preach scriptures or go to the mountains to cultivate immortality. He lives on the second floor of a village in the city. He picks up and cleans his house during the day and deals with "other things" at night.
Someone knocks on the wall of the old building in the middle of the night, there is always one more person in the rental house surveillance, no one dares to deliver the takeout order at three in the morning, and the red envelope picked up at the door of the funeral home can make a family encounter evil spirits one after another...
Others say this is feudal superstition.
Only I know that this city is alive during the day, but not necessarily at night.
I originally just wanted to hang out in the small shop left by my grandfather and make a living, until a new bloody word slowly appeared on the broken Lushan Dharma scroll:
——They come to collect what they owe you.
