Under the Taoist Temple

My name is Li Guanxuan, the thirty-seventh generation descendant of Xuanyuan Temple, and I am the only one left in the entire Taoist temple. After Master died, I discovered an underground city under the Taoist temple, a nine-story black tower, and 999 closed doors. Behind the door are "tribulations" that even Heaven dare not kill - Mirror Ghost, Hungry Dao, Year Demon, and Shadow Insect, each of which is something that should not exist in the world. And I have a jade seal in my hand, with two words engraved on it: Yongzhen. This is my system - [Prison Town]. There is no attribute panel, no task prompts, only a book containing the files of nine hundred and ninety-nine prisoners. I can't become stronger by meditating, I can only improve my cultivation by suppressing more "tribulations". If I can control the prisoners, I will be the warden; if I cannot, I will be the last one in the prison. The bell must be rung at Mao hour every day. As soon as the bell rang, Wanjie lowered his eyebrows. As soon as the bell breaks, the seal loosens. But before he died, Master held my hand and said only three words: "Zhong, don't stop." He didn't tell me why more than half of the nine hundred and ninety-nine cells were empty. He didn't tell me that those "tribulations" that escaped were scattered in the world, turning into indescribable disasters. He also didn't tell me that on the title page of the book, it was written that I owed a debt of 300,000 to Heaven—the debt was owed by him, and he hid it from others, and now it's all on me. Others rely on martial arts to cultivate immortality, but I rely on catching the escaped "tribulations" one by one back to the cell. Others rely on talent to enter a large sect, but I rely on a jade seal to knock on the mountain door. I want to let the entire world of cultivation know - it's not that there is no one in this Poguan, it's that they are waiting for me to come down the mountain.