The Little Purple-Robed Taoist Priest Fights Against Kunlun

My name is Chen Shisan, from the Tujia ethnic group in western Hunan, with the Taoist name Qingxuan. I am currently the only disciple of the Sanqing Temple on the outskirts of the city. In fact, there are three of us in the entire Taoist temple. Old Li Tou, a master who is stingy and has to sell incense ashes for money, Old Yang Tou, who has been sweeping the Taoist temple for 65 years, and me, who makes money for milk tea by calculating marriages for others, and just wants to lie down and fish. I thought I could live my life leisurely like this, but one day the master slapped me and broke the pearl milk tea I just bought. Something bad is happening! The hundred-year Kunlun Demon Suppression Agreement is about to expire! Someone started to survive the tribulation on the Bund in Shanghai. Netizens actually photographed a flying dragon. What everyone on the Internet originally thought was a fantasy joke turned out to be true? What happened to Kunlun's seal back then? The eight evil spirits of demons, monsters, spirits, evil spirits, corpses, zombies, ghosts, and enchantments will all break out of their cages! The master pulled me up and dragged Old Yangtou who was still sweeping the floor. The three of us couldn't put together a complete set of robes, so we squeezed into the Xuanmen army in the decisive battle of Kunlun. No one expected that this grass-roots team, which was ridiculed by the entire Internet, talked about serious Taoist knowledge while using tricks to trick evil spirits, and turned out to be the last line of defense to defend the Three Realms. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.