The Wild Taoist's Ghost Story

My founder was a charlatan. After being exposed, he was beaten, and when he got up, he learned from his teachers, pieced together things, and passed them down from generation to generation before he figured out some tricks. There is only one rule in our lineage: you can use the talisman however you want, and no one will care about you if you use it as toilet paper. My master taught me not only how to draw talismans, but also how to use tricks and how to deceive people. He talks nonsense and deceives. In his words, this society is soaked in lies, and the corner that emerges is the remaining bit of truth. There are things laughing in rural mourning halls, things crawling in abandoned tunnels, some evil spirits are wearing the skin of Bodhisattva, and some people are more terrifying than ghosts and can send chills down the spine. Ghosts have their obsessions, and people also have theirs. I used talismans and favors to walk a wild path between yin and yang. "What coat? This is my robe!"