I'm Not a Celestial Master

After my grandfather passed away, he left me a dilapidated Taoist temple and a yellowed Taoist scripture.

Everyone thinks I'm a reclusive Celestial Master, skilled at driving out evil and catching ghosts. People seeking my help to save their lives, tell their fortunes, and dispel curses crowd my doorway.

A popular online influencer is haunted by a ghost and begs me in tears to intervene;

A wealthy family's home is plagued by evil, so they offer me a fortune to protect it;

Even the elders of the Taoist sect bow and salute, honoring me as the heir to the title of Celestial Master.

I could cry: I'm really not a Celestial Master!

I only know a few superficial tricks, and rely on the Taoist scripture my grandfather left behind to bluff my way through. But somehow, every time, things work out by pure luck, and I easily resolve the supernatural troubles.

Evil spirits and vengeful ghosts flee at the sight of me, while demons and specters run for the hills.

I only wanted to spend my days lazing around in the temple, but everyone treats me like an unparalleled Celestial Master.

Looking at the crowd kneeling before him, Lin Mo sighed:

"How many times have I told you? I'm just an ordinary person. If you don't believe me, look... Huh? Why did that evil thing run away again?"