Our Taoist Temple Is Dirt Poor, but the Headmaster Loves to Kill

[Occult Ghost Hunting + Feel-Good Power Fantasy + Ensemble Cast + Strong Female Lead + Lighthearted + Big Shot] After the massacre that wiped out her family ten years ago, Yun Weizhou concealed her identity and lived like an ordinary person, going to school, graduating, and working as an office drone. On the day she is laid off, her master, missing for many years, sends her a secret message ordering her to return to the mountain, take over the Taoist temple, and restore their sect. The message comes with five disciples he picked up along the way. Yun Weizhou heads up the mountain with her last 500 yuan, only to find a dilapidated temple and five mouths clamoring to be fed. She waves a hand grandly: “In the modern world, you have to learn to lay people off!” The eldest disciple is a frail, saintly do-gooder, but he’s a great cook. Keep him. The second disciple is withdrawn and dazed, but his medical skills are decent. Keep him. The third disciple is a master of cross-dressing who can help with the household expenses. Keep him. The fourth disciple is aloof and has lost his memory, but at least he’s handsome. Keep him. The fifth disciple has a staggering appetite, but she’s her only female disciple. Keep her. Her layoffs fail, so she returns to her old trade and sets up a stall beneath an overpass: one fortune a day, each worth a thousand gold. Passersby wait for her to make a fool of herself, but the more they watch, the more astonished they become. Was the frail, saintly eldest disciple once a gang boss? Is the withdrawn, dazed second disciple actually a legendary ghost doctor? Was the cross-dressing third disciple once the king of esports? Is the aloof, amnesiac fourth disciple the grandson of the richest man in the capital? And the fifth disciple with the huge appetite is the reincarnation of a divine artifact! Even influential tycoons and celebrities rush to protect her: “Who dares lay a hand on Master Yun?” Meanwhile, after years of investigation, Yun Weizhou traces the truth behind her family’s massacre to the centuries-old coffin sealed away in the rear courtyard. Furious, she pries open the coffin and drags out a damp, gloomy male ghost with his clothes half undone. He gazes at her pitifully. “Baby, you’ve finally come back...” The five disciples exchange glances. “Wasn’t the ultimate boss supposed to be the invincible Ghost King? This is it?”