There are always Vengeful Ghosts trying to live off me
Chapter 1: There is no future in being a taoist priest At the end of July, it had just entered the “dog days” of summer — the hottest time of year. After ten o’clock, the sun became scorching. The farmers in Tuanjie Village also left the fields and headed home, done with the morning’s work, ready for lunch. Zhang Xianyu carri...
Chapter 1: There is no future in being a taoist priest At the end of July, it had just entered the “dog days” of summer — the hottest time of year. After ten o’clock, the sun became scorching. The farmers in Tuanjie Village also left the fields and headed home, done with the morning’s work, ready for lunch. Zhang Xianyu carried a thermal food container, moving against the stream of people returning home, walking alone toward the back of the village. That area was Tuanjie Village’s cemetery, where generations of ancestors from the village were buried. It used to be covered in small earthen graves, but after cremation was promoted, it turned into rows of small cement towers holding the ashes of the deceased. Zhang Xianyu’s master, Zhang Jianguo, was also buried there. Zhang Jianguo was a Dao
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