Jiang Chi, twenty-three years old, is an orthodox single disciple of the Taoist sect. On his deathbed, his master told him to slay demons and stick to the right path, but he finally understood the truth of the world: there are no demons to slay in times of peace, and fortune telling and Feng Shui layouts are far more practical than catching ghosts. He managed the Taoist temple to make it prosperous and devoted himself to making money, leaving behind his master's ancestral teachings.
Until strange disasters come one after another, there is no way to avoid it. After several life-and-death struggles, he finally understood: the evil spirits in the world will not disappear just because people run away. But I still think in my heart that after the storm subsides, I still want to make a stable living through Feng Shui Xiang.
The master was crying without tears in the underworld, and the judge punished him for his failure to teach. Jiang Chi was ups and downs in the world, swinging between making a living by killing monsters and making a living in the market.
