The Great King Sent Me to Guard the Night

This is a world ruined by transmigrators. There are Confucianists, Buddhists, and martial artists, but no Daoists! A young man enters a mountain god temple, where several foxes are reciting Tang poems. Facing the overwhelming demonic aura, the young man is as calm as can be: “This poor Taoist is passing by this mountain, only to seek immortality and inquire about the Dao. I wonder if you are people of the same Dao as me?”With one sentence spoken, the 'sealed world' that had been silent for three hundred years awakens, and the dilapidated stone statue of the mountain god suddenly opens its eyes: “Good, 'seeking immortality and inquiring about the Dao.' This venerable one asks you, what is Dao?”The young man smiles: “I am the Dao!”PS: This book is lighthearted and joyful, doesn't mistreat the protagonist, doesn't blindly attract hatred, and the protagonist always adheres to one belief: “Whether it's human or demon, you must run away after you're done playing!”Reader communication group ++ VIP Book Club: 450416188 (requires full subscription), Ordinary Group 1: 3...