What Happened During Those Years When I Was a Taoist Priest?

Feng Xiao, a native of Northeast China, carried the lightning strike jujube token given by the master of Longhu Mountain, and plunged into the bizarre and mysterious world under the name of a half-baked Taoist. Following his master Zhao Luosheng, who speaks with a Shanghai accent, he walked through the frozen soil of the old villages in the Northeast, passed through the haunted houses in the old urban neighborhoods, and visited the evil corners of the antique market. Setting up a three-foot altar, burning three sticks of incense, stepping on the Nine Palaces and Bagua Gang, and holding the Five Thunder Talisman, the Taoist rules and regulations of the sect were mixed into the smoke and smoke of firewood, rice, oil and salt by the master and the disciple. There are no fairy tales, only real evil spirits; there are no mysterious adventures from the sky, only the master banging his head and repeating "Only with a righteous heart can the Dharma Spirit be achieved". From wild cultivators to ghosts with grudges, from obsessions in old objects to old grudges in the countryside, every battle is a life-and-death contest, and every resolution hides the secret of "ruling them with law and rectifying them with names." In the clay pot with five rampant soldiers and horses, there are hidden protectors from all walks of life; under the sword of the Heavenly Master who struck the jujube tree with thunder, countless evil spirits were cut off. The boy's journey started in the snow in the Northeast, but it didn't end in this black land - the world is full of mysteries, and the master and the apprentice are still going deeper. This is a journey of growth for a half-hearted Taoist, a head-to-head confrontation between a righteous Taoist school and the evil spirits of the world, and it is also a way for a boy from the Northeast to survive in the world of Xuanmen with his enthusiasm.