A poor man with a little knowledge of fists and feet

Description

He traveled to Wei County, Beifeng County, Qian Kingdom, and became the last Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple.
This lineage of Taoism is a bit difficult to practice. Li Yanchu just wanted to meditate and refine elixirs, so that he could succeed in cultivating immortality as soon as possible.
But except for a black donkey, there was no wealth left in the Taoist temple.
Li Yanchu, who wanted to make a living, had no choice but to wear a finger tiger, pick up a butcher's knife, and perform rituals for people to ward off evil spirits.
"Little Taoist priest, this thing of yours doesn't work on me." The ghost sneered.
The next moment, the ghost disappeared into ashes!
"This is made of lightning-struck wood, soaked in black dog blood."
Li Yanchu discovered that by killing ghosts, he could gain merit and improve the quality of all things through imperial seals!
Many years later, Li Yanchu passed by a remote mountain village filled with resentment. This was a dangerous place!
Xuanmen magic is greatly suppressed here.
Facing this village full of old ghosts, Li Yanchu smiled slightly: "Fortunately, the poor man has some skills in fists and feet!"