I Sought the Dao in the Mortal Realm for Three Thousand Years

Chen Jinshui has Daoist arts powerful enough to reach the heavens, yet he insists on setting up a fortune-telling stall among ordinary people. Demons feed on human flesh, zombies drain people's marrow, and ghosts seize their souls. He strolls along with a peachwood sword in hand, hacking down whatever he encounters and capturing whatever crosses his path. From rural legends to strange happenings in towns and secrets of the dynasty, he travels and asks questions: questions about the goodness and evil in people's hearts, and about where the Heavenly Dao can be found. He has walked the human world for three thousand years, not to become an immortal, but simply to find some peace in an age overrun by demons, monsters, and ghosts.