[The Yellow Weasel Immortal Seeks a Title] [Spirit Medium] [Silly Everyday Life]
After cultivating for three hundred years, the Yellow Weasel Immortal comes down the mountain and asks me, “Do I look human to you?”
I'd had too much to drink. “You're just a total clown.”
The Heavenly Dao cracked like thunder and stamped its approval. Three hundred years of cultivation, reduced to a joke.
Now he's attached himself to me and insists I take responsibility.
I'm unemployed and drowning in debt, forced to get back to work.
On my first day as a spirit medium, I ask, “Do I get paid?”
The Yellow Weasel Immortal falls silent, then screams all night.
