My Daoist Temple Guards the Myriad Worlds

Lin Ping'an, who just wanted to lie flat, inherited a Taoist temple.

The incense-burning old Taoist who handled the cooking and firewood was indescribable;

The child Taoist, kidnapped when he was young, liked to doze off while clutching a black banner;

The pale-skinned mixed-blood handyman claimed to be disillusioned with life, asking only to stay by the green lamp and sleep...

Looking at employees who were even more slack and idle than he was, Lin Ping'an finally lost his temper!

"Get to work, all of you!"