When he woke up, Taichu found that his hometown, Zixiao Palace, where he had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, was actually occupied by an old man named Hongjun. He also recruited a group of younger brothers who called themselves "saints" to hold a party inside?
I've been sleeping for so long that my bones are almost rusty. It's time to have some fun!
What? Hongjun preached, and the sky was full of flowers? It's so noisy! Stop for me!
What? Is the saint majestic and immortal? Just in time to catch him for cleaning and guarding the courtyard!
Bite! Saint Zhunti was punished for trying to steal and was turned into a golden Buddha statue, suppressing the palace for a hundred thousand years!
[Ding! The saint of the Yuan Dynasty was punished for contradicting his master and was turned into a white jade Ruyi and hung as a decoration for ten thousand years!
When the three Qing Dynasties took turns cleaning the Zixiao Palace, Nuwa carefully served tea and reported the gossip with a sad face...
Emperor Jun Taiyi: "Don't mess with that being from Zixiao Palace!"
Twelve Ancestral Witches: "Who is that guy? He can actually command a saint!"
Hongjun: "Fellow Taoist, please show me your noble hand, I am willing to give up this place!"
Taichu yawned, lay on the rocking chair, and looked at the trembling saints:
"I have already said that Zixiao Palace is my home~"
"Saint? Just catch him for fun!"
