Poor Taoists Only Believe in the Founders of the Three Qing Dynasties

I've walked into a weird place. You can't go out when it's dark, things will crawl out of the wells, and the locust tree at the entrance of the village will laugh in the middle of the night. The people in the village said that this is a rule and must be followed. I looked at the clay and wood sculptures they worshiped, and then looked at the "Orthodox Taoist Canon" that was almost torn through in my mind. "Rules?" I scratched my neck, took out half a cinnabar pen from the torn bag, and drew a crooked talisman on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. That night, the whole village heard the locust tree crying. Later, I passed by a town where there was a zombie attack in a house, and the coffin boards could not be pressed down. The host invited a dozen monks and Taoists to work all night long, chanting sutras and sprinkling water. The zombies sat up in the middle of the night and overturned the sutra altar. I squatted on the wall and watched the excitement for a long time. When they were all gone, I slowly jumped down, took out a copper coin from my arms, and flicked it into the zombie's mouth. The zombie made a "pop" sound, fell straight back into the coffin, and did not move again. The host trembled and asked me what kind of expert I was. I patted the dust on my robe and said, "He's just a passerby. It's not easy to see you." Later, I met a vixen who sucked people's energy, and her flirtatious looks were like cramps. I looked at her for a long time, then took out a mahogany sword from the baggage, and put the tip of the sword against the tip of her nose: "When I changed back, the hair was exposed." The vixen was stunned: "You... You're not afraid of me?" "Afraid." I yawned, "Afraid of the smell on your body? How many days have you not showered?" This is a Taoist priest who relies on the Taoism in his mind that he has almost forgotten in a world where demons and monsters are everywhere.