Wang Xiaolang, the current leader of the Xuanmen, comes down from the mountain with ten yuan in his pocket and lays down an unbreakable rule: medical treatment, fortune-telling, feng shui, or beating up evil cultivators, it’s all ten yuan. Not a cent more.
A tycoon brings millions in cash to beg for treatment, only to be sent out to buy strawberry ice pops that cost fifty cents each;
A fake master brings a hundred men to wreck his shop, but gets charged ten yuan for the consultation and sentenced to three days as a doorman outside;
An elder of the Yinsha Sect tries to seize the jade token of succession, but has to pay a ten-yuan call-out fee before getting his legs broken and being tossed out.
While making ice-pop money from his ten-yuan fees and punishing evildoers, he searches for his parents, who vanished ten years ago. Before he knows it, he has become a living ancestor worshipped by everyone in the city.
“Don’t ask. It’s ten yuan, no exceptions. Fair to young and old alike. Even the richest man has to wait in line.”
