The Taoist Priest Just Wants to Lie Low, But You Insist I Mend the Heavens!

“Recently, surging resentment in the mortal realm has caused one disaster after another. The heavens are leaking, and extreme weather is rampant. To bring stability to the mortal realm and handle the situation efficiently, the Heavenly Court has decided to appoint Daoist Li of the Yuanmiao Temple as the special commissioner in charge of collecting and transferring merit donations. He will gather the pure qi and merit of the mortal realm to mend the breach in Heaven, and will be granted a special operating license for a temple that does not have to pay incense offerings to the Heavenly Court.”

“Daoist Li is expected to take up this appointment immediately, remain steadfast on the front lines, take full responsibility for his duties, and do everything in his power to gather the pure and righteous incense offerings of the mortal realm, promote righteousness, and dispel resentment, ensuring the work is completed on schedule. All relevant incense deities must provide their full cooperation and follow all instructions. Those who fail to perform their duties will be held strictly accountable.”

“This appointment takes effect from the date of its announcement.”

“Signed: The Heavenly Court, (Seal of the Heaven-Overturning Stamp affixed here)”

“So, do you understand now, meow?”

Li Yun, a freshly graduated and already unemployed research student who had just returned home to inherit a dilapidated Daoist temple, stared at the round orange cat before him. It held a golden letter of appointment and spoke with a Hong Kong accent. He fell into an existential crisis.

“Is this the end of me?”

(Only I can cultivate the Dao! [And the elderly, too!])

(The peace and quiet of the mortal world is thanks to Daoists constantly patching things up.)

(Daily life, showing off in front of mortals, and healing.)