Starting with Uncle Jiu, I Reverse-Cultivate Yin and Yang

In the first chapter, the author grumbles a lot, saying that good horror movies were made because everyone used to work hard, but now everyone is just sloppy, resulting in a bunch of bad movies. Then in the second chapter, the protagonist refers to the person who saved his life as "cheap master." I don't understand.

Taoist priests don't wear braids. The author should think this through before writing further.

I have to say, the beginnings of these kinds of novels are all quite interesting. But towards the middle and later stages, they gradually lose their appeal. Actually, I quite like that sense of nostalgia. Like, those old movies are really good.

These kinds of novels seem to have been written to death, but in fact, they all take similar angles.

Oh, I suddenly realized that the author of this book is Awei. Is the author no longer writing about Awei? I really enjoyed that novel, but it got a bit boring towards the end.

Call me a master assembler.

Modern novels featuring a "saintly master" generally follow the plot, or the protagonist becomes an apprentice of Master Jiu, only to be held back by his two fellow disciples, thus allowing for filler content. The only truly impressive part of Uncle Nine's story is the Shi Jian segment; the rest is just low-level stuff, even worse than the Royal Zombies.

Take a look at my novel, it's quite good.

It's a bit slow, but the writing style is fine.

The comments section was full of praise, so I read half of it, then looked at the table of contents. Then I lost interest. It's like a bunch of zombie movies cobbled together. The protagonist and Qianhe have just come down the mountain, as have Simu and Zhegu chasing Uncle Jiu. But the story jumps right into a ghost-fighting plot, mistaking Qianhe for Master Xu—which is fine, even a little clever.