In the afternoon at Bentou Gong Lane in George Town, Zhang Jiuxuan was wearing flip-flops and was slumped in a rocking chair, sipping iced white coffee. Who would have thought that this young man who opened a dilapidated antique shop in the old street and waited to die would actually be the last generation of purple robes in Longhushan, China.
Heavenly Master!
Until one day, Datuk Datuk's son knelt down in front of his shop in tears while holding a "Buddha" that was oozing black blood. "Master Zhang, help! The local mage ran away, Azan from Thailand vomited blood, and my family is almost going to die!"
