I Collect Protection Money from the Gods in America

When the Heavenly Master enters the country, the gods pay their dues! Mao Qingshan, the youngest Celestial Master in history, was deceived into the United States by his unreliable uncle when he was going down the mountain and almost starved to death: "Master Nephew! Free America, hunt ghosts every day, it's so much money and it's tax-free, come on!" He landed in New York with 100 commonly used English sentences, and the Western supernatural painting style began to become increasingly outrageous: He used cinnabar Gatling to transform the vampire family. He handed out free sticky rice at the Zombie Rising site. The werewolf king who came to look for trouble Xiti Wangcaixin named him to look after his home and care for his family. He also got Medusa signed to a lifetime front-office contract. ... When the chaos alerted the local gods to come to the door, Mao Qingshan slowly took out his ancestral POS machine: "Don't make any noise, wait in line to get your number!" He knocked on the price list: "The Tiandao VIP annual card provides one-stop services such as exorcism, house control, ghost hunting, and psychological counseling. It supports merit, belief, and artifact mortgages. If it doesn't work, you can also pay with a loan." Looking at the dull faces of the gods, Mao Qingshan reminded him thoughtfully: "Relax, dizziness is normal." "Because from today on, I have the final say in the rules here!"