My Taoist Monk Wants to Cure My Mental Illness

Traveling through the fairy world, I became a psychopath. On the wedding day, I advised my Taoist couple to beware of scams, and she gave me a copy of "The Immortal Mental Illness Identification Manual". She said she loved me and wanted to cure me. So, she used the Binding Immortal Lock as a soothing belt and the Heartless Pill as a sedative, intending to use her method to "revise" me back to the stunning swordsman genius I once was. But she didn't know that the "auditory hallucinations" in my mind were the wails of incomplete heaven; the "hallucinations" in my eyes were the cracks in the laws of the fairy world. My master, the number one lunatic in the immortal world, always laughs after getting me drunk: "Good boy, don't get better too quickly. A sober person is the most miserable in a cage." Now, my gentle and sickly Taoist monk is holding a silver needle, smiling and saying to me: "Husband, let's start today's 'treatment'!"