One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
After the hand-guided tractor came to a halt, a tall Western monk and a sage-like Taoist priest stepped out of the car.
"Is this the place? I can already sense a wicked aura coming from it," the Western monk remarked in thickly accented Mandarin.
"Yeah, this is it... According to our research, the malevolent spirits here might be suppressed by the light of virtue," the sage-like Taoist priest said with a tone of concern.
"So, this is where I come in, Master!" the Western monk exclaimed while patting his chest and laughing heartily.
The Taoist priest touched his chest at the thought of his disciple finally being of use, though not without a sense of melancholy.
"Alright, I'm going in, Master!" the Western monk donned an emerald-green kasaya and, with a swift motion, produced a large Vajra Demon Subduing Pestle in his hand.
The Taoist priest's face turned purple.
Eventually, he let out a sigh and signaled to the guards.