Xiuzhen Community No. 81

One day, Fang Yun finally stepped into Community No. 81 With a job advertisement. Everyone here calls them "fellow Taoists" and talks about cultivation, alchemy and various secret realms. In the community, there are long-bearded Taoist priests wearing black T-shirts, tough monks wearing body-shaping tops, burly men wearing large flip-flops, and silver-haired old men carrying vegetable baskets. Um, wait... That vegetable basket is filled with radishes... Radishes? "Hey! Young man, I think you and I are destined, why don't you worship me as your teacher on the spot?" "Go, go, you stinky fortune teller, you must worship me, and if you learn my skills, no one in the world can rival you!" "Young man, don't go astray. In today's society, what's the use of brute strength? To be my pharmacist's disciple, what do you need for status and money? That's just a number." ... "Stop! That's enough for you!!!" Ahhhh, Fang Yun's world has completely collapsed!