Have you ever seen a Taoist nun who raps the Golden Light Mantra?
If you haven't seen it, you have it now.
My name is Lin Xin, 36 years old, a former Internet operator, and currently serving as a non-staff sweeper at Sanqing Temple in Qingya Mountain. Before going up the mountain, my life consisted of pricking my finger to check my blood sugar, answering my boss's 60-second voice call, and plastering my cervical spine. The doctor asked me to write a will, but I didn't. I wrote a letter of resignation and went up the mountain carrying my old schoolbag.
There is an old Taoist priest and three senior brothers on the mountain. The days consist of morning classes, sweeping the floor, drawing talisman, feeding the cats, and playing games in five rows. It was quite peaceful at first, until the old Taoist priest said that I had thunder marks on my body and that I was not an ordinary person.
I asked him who I was.
He held the tea cup and smiled without saying a word.
Then I started waiting for the answer on the mountain. After waiting and waiting, things came to the door first - the resentful spirit that had been suppressed for a hundred years under the stone monument, the cousin was obsessed with the obsession of the old man from Henan and called for the repayment date, and the old lady had a lump on her back that had been growing for 40 years "feeling that she is not worthy of being loved". Oddly enough, when I get these things into my hands, I seem to know what to do out of nowhere.
But I still don't know who I am.
So now I am hanging around in the mountains waiting for answers, and at the same time helping people solve some things that I "don't dare to stop". It was too late to awaken my powers at the age of thirty-six, and I was under a lot of pressure. Which god is passing by? Please tell me the answer quickly, can you?
