There's a Taoist Temple in the Mountains

In some ways, I'm a bit of a volatile person, but after reading this book, I felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over me. Seeing the chapter about the little golden retriever almost made me cry, but seeing the Lu Zhanfang family's simple yet happy life made me unconsciously purse my lips.

I just don't understand why so many authors like to write system novels, and why they like to portray the systems as so emotionally rich, or to put it simply, ridiculous. Is the system the protagonist or the human? The constant threats of obliteration or lifelong impotence are ridiculous. If your system is already so powerful, why would it need to find a loser as a host?

The author is a typical non-religious person, and like most Chinese people (including myself), he doesn't distinguish between Buddhism and Taoism, and he worships at every temple he sees. The problem starts in the very first chapter: the six realms of reincarnation, past, present, and future—all Buddhist theories. Such a simplistic error is unacceptable.

I was discouraged. The moment the system appeared, everyone the protagonist met had a story, it felt too contrived. I persisted until the part with Old Man Lin, but I couldn't take it anymore. She suddenly left Old Man Lin at age 20, and he waited 45 years for her. She was teaching 20 miles away, and died 30 years ago.

Isn't this following the same formula as the previous books? The protagonist acquires a system, and suddenly people start appearing in a previously deserted place. These people happen to have a problem that needs solving, which turns out to be supernatural. Then, a supporting character discovers that the protagonist possesses special abilities... This routine is already set in stone, isn't it?

Regardless of genre, the story structure must be logical. Some errors or things that defy common sense cannot be excused by saying, "This is a parallel world." Even if you're from a fantasy world, who are you writing for? For us, at least in terms of societal understanding, it cannot violate the common sense of our world. If you have a unique theory, you must articulate it.

Well, I stumbled upon this book when I was looking for something to read. To put it simply, it's full of toxic elements, but not too toxic. It's the kind of book that leaves you barely able to keep reading. But it's still toxic, and even if it's not toxic enough, too much of it can be poisonous and even fatal. Pooh!

The protagonist grovels from the very first chapter to the very end... All the time, others are proven wrong, and the protagonist continues to fawn over them.

It feels like they're plagiarizing my old monk's work.

I can't stand it. Are you sure this is about a priest? It's more like a story about helping people solve trivial problems.