Living in the United States: I Rely on Taoism to Restore My Sanity

I, Yang Dong, am a registered Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain, and I am currently in the United States. Three hours after the plane landed in Lottu City, my sanity began to ride on a roller coaster: Unknown maggots squirming in the airport alley (san-5) The evil thought of automatically reorganizing the shadows in the corner of the dormitory (san-3) Local gangster has a blinking lotus tattoo on his wrist (san-10) Master asked me to catch the defecting uncle and get back the duplicate seal of the Heavenly Master. What he didn't tell me was that the United States itself was a large open-air mental hospital, and all the cultists were senior patients with patient diaries. Good news: I have practiced Taoism for twenty years, and it can be used as a "sanity bandage" here. Bad news: We're running out of bandages. My daily routine now is: During the day: A freshman in medical school memorizes human anatomy diagrams. Night: Taoist temporary workers, performing spiritual punctures on the city. Early morning: I vomited while drawing symbols, using the Tao Te Ching as a sedative, and calculating how many days the remaining cinnabar would last. So now the question comes: In a country where everyone is losing their sanity, by reciting the Purity Sutra to regain sanity, do I still have time to save my uncle and that thing waiting to be fed before I go completely crazy?