My name is Zhang Qianli. Since I came down from the mountain at the age of eighteen, my life has undergone earth-shaking changes.
What I never expected was that the female ghost's younger brother was actually Wen Quxing, Emperor Ziwei who was clamoring to buy a house in Lujiazui, Shanghai, and the person holding an umbrella at the West Lake in Hangzhou was not the White Snake but the Madonna of Yaochi.
Marshal Tianpeng carried a rake to help me clear the sewer, and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady ate hot pot and sang songs. Until I saw the abyss that was constantly breathing black gas in Buzhou Mountain, and my father suddenly appeared: "All the gods died in the battle back then, and I turned into a hundred and eight thousand clones to protect the three realms!"
Only then did Zhang Qianli understand that the symbols that had always appeared on the rice paper represented the gods.
When the evil god appeared again, Zhang Qianli took out the "Haotian Mirror" given by his father - the mirror reflected the human world: in the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City in Beijing, Marshal Tianpeng was using a nine-tooth rake to clear the sewers; in the ear hole of the Giant Buddha in Leshan, Sichuan, Lord Yi Sheng gave a live broadcast of "Tao Te Ching"; the most amazing thing was Hongya Cave in Chongqing, where the eighteenth level of hell directly turned into a nine-grid hot pot battlefield.
"Dad! Your team of gods are too punk, aren't they?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The Jade Emperor wiped his belly in the clouds, "First, use the special magic weapons of each province to set up an array, and wait until I refine the last Sky-Mending Stone into J-20!"
