Laying Low in a Desolate Shrine, I’m Mistaken for an Ancient Dao Sage by the Orthodox Path

#Folkloric Horrors, Cautious Survival, Transmigration, Daoism, Suspense, Supernatural Tales In the Age of the Last Rites, the ancient gods shattered. The old rites left behind across the land turned into folkloric horrors, each guarding deadly taboos passed down through generations. Lin Yan transmigrated into this world with a rare, incomplete manuscript, Inner Chapters on the Abandoned Shrines of Baoyi, and awakened 【Nurturing Gods in Ruined Temples】. Only abandoned shrines and ruined temples with their incense extinguished could be bound to him. He could use the lingering power of the old rites to nurture his spirit and hide himself in the gap between yin and yang. He neither summons gods nor commands ghosts, nor does he seek violence. When danger comes, he retreats first. The officially ordained Daoists of the Demon-Suppressing Bureau cultivate thunder talismans to slay evil, yet repeatedly fall into sacrificial traps and meet their deaths. Whenever a grand rite ends, the survivors can always glimpse an ancient aura lingering in a ruined shrine in the wilderness. Rumors spread, and everyone says a reclusive Daoist immortal is hidden in the mountains. Lin Yan: "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just looking for a safe corner to lie low in. My ritual debts are piling up too fast. I can't handle any more temples."