My name is Lin An, the only inner disciple of Master Maoshan.
Master said that I had a tough life and asked me to go down the mountain to study in college. He handed me a Xunlong Ruler, a Shangqing Dharma Seal, and twenty yuan for living expenses.
I originally thought that college life was about attending classes, taking roll calls, and grabbing air-conditioning remote controls.
Until the day of registration, the admission notice became hot and the watermark of the old campus appeared; when the counselor called the roll call, there was an additional person on the list who had long since disappeared; the dormitory was obviously for four people, but there was a fifth bed beside the wall.
Others went to college to pay tuition, but I went to college to clear old debts.
The old building has been closed for many years, but the old dormitory 417 is hidden in the school history museum's information box; among the old information next to the keel display cabinet is a name that has been erased from human records.
Since then, more and more trouble has come to our door.
Ghosts, rich men, police, fellow Taoists, and acquaintances from the underworld are all more difficult to deal with than the last.
My roommate held Huang Fu and asked me if I could check out.
I sighed.
The master only said to go down the mountain to study, but did not say that the university was also assigned to catch ghosts.
