I Took Mazu’s Case from the Start, and My Agency Went Viral

After his adoptive father passed away, Chen Shu inherited the family agency. When poor management brought the agency to the brink of bankruptcy, a woman showed up at the door. “Your name is Lin Mo. You want me to retrieve something for you... You have a sharp eye, ma'am!” Seeing the generous payment on offer, Chen Shu readily agreed. But it didn't take long for him to realize that things weren't so simple. “Tell me, what do you mean Mazu's name is Lin Mo too... No, what do you mean you're Mazu?” After that, even more strange clients began turning up at the agency. A young man in red ribbons, claiming to be the Third Young Master of the Li family, asked him to visit Chentang Pass and watch an old play. A burly man with a red face, a thick beard, and a green cap asked him to visit the Temple of Marquis Wu and meet an old friend. A god of slaughter raised his cup and invited him to share a drink over tales from the pre-Qin era. An evil dragon seeking a new life invited him to defy the laws of heaven and earth. Many years later. Everyone in the world knew that in this age of spiritual qi revival and returning myths, Chen Shu alone was a close friend to the gods and the foremost figure among mortals. People said he had once calmed storms with a single step and ridden dragons across the four seas. They said that countless evil spirits and monstrous beasts from the mountains and seas were mere ants before him. They said that all the immortals in heaven and gods in the mortal world bowed before him. But when people asked how he had done it, Chen Shu could only spread his hands helplessly. “I told you my clients were all gods. None of you believed me.”