I, Chen Du, am the 63rd generation headmaster of Tianshi Mansion in Kunlun Mountain.
Ghost hunting, drawing talismans, and Feng Shui fortune-telling are ancestral crafts.
But I'm tired and can't roll anymore. Xiashan opened a "Duyuan Noodle House" in the city, selling only a hundred bowls a day and not cooking any more.
Until one day, the richest man knelt in front of my store: "Master, save my daughter!"
I held the noodle bowl with an expressionless face: "Twenty for a bowl of beef noodles, scan the QR code or cash?"
Later, the top ten bosses on the Forbes list lined up to beg me to take on my disciples, and the princes of the Middle East paved the entire street with gold.
I sighed: I just want to be a quiet master, but you insist on forcing me to be a master.
