Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was a little Xuanmen ancestor in the temple.
Xuanmen's little ancestor said that he was under a lot of pressure today.
Shen Xiaoman broke his fingers and sighed: Build a golden body for the ancestor, earn merit, promote Taoism, and recruit disciples and grandsons...
She wants to make a lot of money.
What? Three times the appearance fee for a variety show!
Shen Xiaoman's eyes widened and he raised his hands: Me, me, me! I'll be hot!
Catch imps, resolve grievances, protect the country, the little ancestor of Xuanmen does everything.
A certain man: "Can you protect me?"
Shen Xiaoman stretched out his hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Chenghui, eighteen thousand eight hundred fate."
Make a mark. I've read this book.