Don't Call the Police Yet, Let Me Do the Math First

[Urban] + [Fantasy] + [Taoist] + [Funny] + [Suspense] + [Wits] I don't read fortune tellers but my palms and legs—seeing who can run faster than me tells me whether I should run or not. Fortune telling does not rely on facial expressions - depending on who has a bad face, I know that I will be unlucky today. The method is not to draw talismans or maps - because half of the talismans left by grandpa are fake and half are expired. My spells sometimes work and sometimes they don't. My luck is sometimes good and sometimes bad. But my life - only I have the final say. I know how to spell, but I'm still short of breath. This generation of Taoist priests does not care about martial ethics, but only cares about survival. The story begins with the ridiculous incident of the groom kneeling down and lending me the wedding car to "transport" the ashes.