Daoist, Times Have Changed

A silver coin that brings good fortune took Yun Song to a turbulent era.

Here, foreigners had ironclad ships and powerful guns, warlord factions sprang up everywhere, the wealthy indulged in extravagant pleasures, and ordinary people were displaced from their homes.

Here, too, were monsters and wicked things: Python Immortals and corpses of jiao dragons, tombs for the living and jade for the dead, paper figures stealing lifespans and stone Buddhas selling good fortune, old cats worshipping the moon at night and wild foxes stealing whole groups of coffins. In ancient towns, underworld officials walked by day; in old capitals, ghost soldiers commandeered the roads. A great river ran dry, revealing an old village; haunted houses filled every inch of the foreign concessions. A temple of white bones lay hidden in a mass grave, and thousand-year-old demons appeared again and again in an unnamed city.

Here, the fortune-bringing silver coin had two sides: the living used silver money, while ghosts used nether money. Yun Song, too, had two sides: a Taoist priest in robes, a wandering soul, a wicked ghost, a zombie, an evil Buddha, a wild City God...

P.S.

This book is also known as I Thought I Was a Taoist Priest, but It Turns Out I’m a Ghost?

And You Think I’m Just One Ghost, but It Turns Out I’m a Whole Horde of Ghosts!