Taoist priest Qingzhi (the protagonist of this article, first person), who is slightly poor, slightly inferior, slightly depressed, slightly fond of complaining, and slightly fond of causing trouble, carries talismans in his sleeves and a peach wood stick in his hand. He is accidentally hired by Mr. Tian from the southern suburbs of a certain city (a slightly imaginary northern city in ancient times) to explain the presence of a female ghost in red on Nanshan Mountain. Unexpectedly, after falling off the cliff several times, he formed an indissoluble bond with the city...
(Actually, I owe money and have to work for a doctor on the mountain!)
This city - which can be roughly divided into East City, West City, South City and North City - is home to all kinds of ordinary people and monsters. The Taoist priest of the Qing Dynasty dealt with these weirdos, and unknowingly gained a little knowledge and encountered a little trouble...
(As for money, I still haven't made a penny! Woohoo!)
Among these weirdos, there are plants with starch flowing in their leaves, ghosts that eat people strictly according to their contracts, Gu who failed to refine and were dumbfounded, uncles who are otaku Taoists, foxes, carps, geckos, and...
(The Qing Taoist shook his head.)
So it stands to reason that this story should be a bit scary, but...
(This is a collection of short and medium stories with a very light mystery plot!)
But why is it so happy? !
(Of course to bring joy to more people!)
There is no other way, just let them have fun in this little peach blossom garden. Even if no one cares about it, it would be best to continue to be happy like this for generations to come...
("Generations" does not mean a trap! As long as there is no force majeure (Act of God), this article will never be a trap! Of course - it may take a year, or a hundred years...)
According to statistics, children laugh an average of 400 times a day, while adults only laugh 15 times. So, if you are smiling right now, smile at the people around you too!
I typed two micro-essays when I was bored. You can read them when you have time~
The nostalgia of ten years later In the vacuum iron chamber