Three-year-old junior grand-aunt Ling Zhuzi is everyone's favorite in her sect.
At seven, her senior brother wipes her mouth. At fifteen, another senior brother does her accounts. At eighteen, one of them even lets her ride on his back. Her master does nothing useful beyond pretending to be a man in his sixties or seventies.
The sect's only asset is a cultivation chat group with 68 members. Someone asks, “Can I still take Foundation Establishment Pills after they expire?” Ling Zhuzi replies in a babyish voice, “Would you drink formula that expired when you were three?” The whole group falls silent, and she goes viral across the internet.
Then trouble comes along. The Taoist temple next door gets jealous, urban management officers keep showing up, and Director Zhang from the neighborhood office urges them to make changes while quietly helping them out. Worst of all, the trouble her master caused in his reckless youth is finally coming to catch up with him.
They're so poor they have nothing but talent, yet they live more like immortals than anyone else. A cozy atmosphere at its core, delightful contrasts at the heart of it, and a laugh to finish.
