Poor People Can Only Rely on Witches

[Liar + short-term protection + golden finger + two-way pulling + passion] Urbanism, martial arts, fantasy, and immortality all subvert cognition in this world. "Demons, ghosts, immortals, demons, humans, gods, Buddhas, evil spirits, charms, zombies" coexist in the world. But I'm a Taoist priest who doesn't know any magic, how can I survive? More often than not, what is scary is not these ghosts but the human heart. I am used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the coldness of the world, and hard-working people being squeezed and bullied. I just want to lie down, but the old man who adopted me only left one sentence before his death: The Tao is Tao, but it is very Tao. He was very talkative, and he always liked to read his shabby book. He left me not long after, and I just lived like this one day at a time. Until one day, a witch forced her way into my soul, and my world completely changed... New works are released. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!