The Legend of Lin Xuan

Eighteen-year-old Song Lin woke up to find herself in the seventeenth year of the Republic of China. Terrified out of her wits, she suddenly discovered that she was a personal disciple of Qingfeng Temple. She finally relaxed, ready to stay in the mountains and grow vegetables and raise chickens. But whether tomorrow or an accident comes first, it's always the accident. Song Lin stood in the main hall, looking bewildered. “What could possibly be so serious that you need me to handle it?” Daoist Yiqing looked solemn. “I received a letter from a friend. Strange things keep happening in Anning Town, and I suspect demons are behind it. I'm assigning this matter to you.” Song Lin leaned forward, pointing at her own nose, her eyes full of wisdom. “Me?” Daoist Yiqing searched himself all over before finally pulling out a crumpled talisman. He said carefully, “The situation below the mountain is chaotic. This is an air-raid and bullet-shielding talisman. You must keep it with you at all times.” “Excuse me?” Song Lin roared, her little face twisted in anguish. An air-raid and bullet-shielding talisman…