My name is Gou Er and I am a Taoist priest.
The kind who are afraid of ghosts, greedy for money, and will explode if they draw a talisman.
Others drew talismans to drive away ghosts, I drew talismans to blow myself up, others opened altars to communicate with heaven and earth, and I opened altars to collapse a third of the Taoist temple.
But the weird thing is that every time you mess up, things always end up in the most outrageous way.
The lost land lord will be sent away with a bowl of instant noodles, and the bones in the wall will be saved by turning over.
Later I found out that there was something called the Disaster Star living inside me, and it would cause trouble every time I cast a spell, so the talisman would explode.
I asked you if you could calm down, but it said no, and I would be happy if you hurt me.
Okay, I will win in the end anyway.
There is an unwritten rule in the ghost market: if you take an order second, the price will be increased by 30%.
It's not because he's great, it's because every time he handles something, it turns into a mess, so bad that he's worried.
But the sorrow is the sorrow, and things still have to be done.
After all, these days, it is harder to find a Taoist priest who is willing to reason with ghosts than to find a Taoist priest who is not afraid of ghosts.
