I'm a novice author and my primary school student's writing style, please forgive me.
I am an ordinary little Taoist priest in a temple. There has never been a fantasy event in my 18 years. I have always firmly believed that I am an ordinary person. However, all this changed after my master drove me down the mountain.
On my way down the mountain, although I helped people catch monsters and ghosts, I was really just an ordinary person. So why are you so far away from me?
Protagonist: I'm just an ordinary person.
Ghost: Okay, okay... But master, can you let go of my head first?
Protagonist: I am an ordinary person.
Everyone: Okay, Master, but when will you come to my house to help me check the Feng Shui and get rid of the ghosts.
Intention: Dawn will eventually break.