My name is Chen Qian, a young Taoist priest from Taihua Mountain Taoist Temple.
After studying Taoism for eighteen years, the master said that I was extremely talented and drove me down the mountain. The original words are "get out".
The world under the mountain is different from what is written in the scriptures. Spirits are not necessarily harmful to people, gods are not necessarily reliable, people are sometimes more difficult to deal with than ghosts, and ghosts are sometimes warmer than people. The fox fairy asked me to be a matchmaker, the locust tree spirit wanted to take a test for fame, and He Bo was starving to death because his incense was robbed by the Dragon King Temple - these things are not written in the scriptures.
What should I do if I'm just passing by?
I can only take care of it if the road is rough. After that, keep walking.
Master said that in cultivating the Tao, one must eliminate demons and defend the Tao. I think practicing Taoism means - when you see someone squatting on the roadside, ask "What's wrong with you?"
That's all.
A lighthearted and funny story about cultivating immortality. There are no monsters to level up, just fireworks and moonlight in the world of mortals.
I finally saw such a smooth book again.
Very well written, fresh and refined