I Rely on Incense to Calm My Stiffness

I, Chen Changming, traveled to this broken Taoist temple for seventeen years. I thought that in this life I would spend my life sweeping the floors, cheating people out of incense money, eating and waiting to die. Until that day, my master and I entered an immortal tomb in the back mountain. Good news: I picked up a psychic fairy sword. The sword spirit is a vicious-tongued fairy. Bad news: The remains of the immortal in the tomb absorbed the turbid air of the mortal world and changed into a corpse. Worse news: The only thing that can suppress it is the power of incense accumulated in Taoist temples. As for our Taoist temple, the incense has stopped for almost a year. When Feizheng broke the seal, I was the first one to be sucked dry. In the words of Sword Spirit, my life fire is so strong that it is "more powerful than the Shiquan Dabu Decoction". In order to survive, I decided to do something that no one has done in eight hundred years - Turn this broken Taoist temple into the world's number one incense holy place. Attracting pilgrims, recruiting disciples, performing miracles, cracking down on charlatans... The character should be handsome, the acting should be authentic, and the skin should be thick. I only have one principle: As long as Feizhi can't catch up with me, I'm not lying.