The Dragon Vein Ran Off With Someone

Song Tianfeng, Yuan Tiangang's final disciple, was left out of the history books but entrusted with a great responsibility. He must find the dragon veins and usher in an era of spiritual qi revival. He had been immortal for a thousand years. When he finally woke, people were digging him out of his coffin. The tomb raiders scattered in terror, while Song Tianfeng calmly brushed the dust off himself and climbed out. Following his master's "final instructions," he went to Shangqing Temple. "Who are you?" "I'm the temple's abbot. By seniority, I should be your great-great-grandfather, or however many generations back." Shangqing Temple suddenly became famous, because there was almost nothing its abbot couldn't do. From exorcising ghosts and arranging feng shui to curing hemorrhoids and athlete's foot, he could do it all. Anyone could come to ask for help. The abbot of Shangqing Temple had only one request. "If you see a little dragon person glowing with golden light, bring them to me." Keeping his master's final instructions in mind, Song Tianfeng diligently searched for the dragon veins, but he couldn't find them anywhere. Then one day, the little beggar he'd taken in cried out in pain in his sleep, and dragon horns sprouted from his head. Song Tianfeng stood there for a long time, then slowly rolled up his sleeves. "You mean... I've been working my tail off for nothing all this time?" Tonight, we're having braised dragon horns. This novel has enabled anti-piracy protection, with a 50% ratio. Please, spare a little support for the author. Theme: