I'm Just a Bastard!

"What is the meaning of living?" Feng Cen thought about it countless times "How long can a charlatan who relies on pretense and chance survive?" Fengcen answered himself countless times He was able to survive through the name of his grandfather, Fenghetang. He thought that if this state lasted for at most half a year, everyone would find out that he was just a useless magic stick who had inherited nothing. He didn't know what talisman he drew, he didn't know how Taoist robes should be worn, and he couldn't see those so-called ghosts. But on the contrary, he can perfectly solve the customer's problems every time, even if he just stands there and waves his hand. He teamed up with Sun Nuanyun, who was really good at Taoism but no one believed him, so he could make money and feel at ease. Being so confused, he felt that this would be the end of his life, and he would only live as long as he could. The so-called "good luck" failed in a commission... The ghost of the general who suddenly appeared... Grandpa's hollowed-out tomb... Ceyan Kingdom that has never been discovered by archeology... People from the Yue clan who seem to be goblins and ghosts... Sacrifice rituals with unknown meanings... Tracing back to the source, everything points to a nihilistic organization called "Wentianmen"... (Disclaimer below) The author is not a true Taoist priest. Some spells may be wrong. Don't take them seriously. Most of them come from Internet information. If there are any major problems, please point them out. Any similarity is purely coincidental.