Tio Mestre, seu artefato mágico é muito irreverente
Depois de passar metade da vida como sacerdote taoísta, Li Hanzhou ganhou na loteria. Achava que finalmente chegaria ao auge da vida, mas acabou atravessando para um mundo onde o taoísmo estava decade
Cangxuan Realm, Longevity Temple.
Within the temple, incense had long ceased to burn; everywhere was in ruins, and weeds grew rampant in the cracks of the blue-green bricks underfoot. To call this place a temple was generous—for it resembled a slum more than anything sacred.
In a desolate courtyard within, Li Hanzhou sat in a daze inside his room.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined things would come to this.
He was not a native of the Cangxuan Realm, but hailed from a place called Earth. Orphaned from childhood, he was picked up by an elderly Daoist and raised in this very temple. The old Daoist taught him the arts of geomancy and physiognomy, fortune-telling, talisman drawing, exorcism, and the inner doctrines of the Daoist sect. Yet, to Li Hanzhou, these were little more than tricks to swindle a meal—after all, where in the world were there really demons and monsters?
As for the Daoist cultivation method, the old Daoist practiced until his death without ever cultivating a single wisp of spiritual energy.
After the old master passed away and the temple was torn down, Li Hanzhou was forced to rely on these tricks to eke out a living. By night, he’d livestream fortune-telling and feng shui consultations online; by day, he ran a repair shop, fixing household appliances for others.
The days were meager but endurable. Then, three days ago, fortune finally seemed to smile upon him—he won the lottery, a windfall of thirty million!
The money had already arrived in his account. In the midst of his joy, he discovered that t