Don't Call Me Taoist Priest! Uncle Jiu and I Once Caught a Drought Demon

The thing that Chen Ajiu regretted most in his life was probably touching the ancient bronze lamp bought by Panjiayuan. As soon as his fingertips touched the cold lamp holder, a black wind blew out of thin air outside the window on the 20th floor. When he opened his eyes again, he had fallen under the altar table in the deserted village, and the ancient lamp in his arms was burning with green fire. The young man in the moon-white gown glanced at him as he polished his mahogany sword: "The Li family tomb has collapsed. The contents of the Republic of China coffin will be released tonight. Follow me and you may survive." Just like that, he picked up the glutinous rice ink stick in a daze, and Chen Ajiu realized that the world was far crazier than he thought - Uncle Jiu's talisman was earth-shattering, Abbot Liaochen's rosary beads could suppress hundreds of ghosts, Master Jingci's whisk was designed to whip out evil spirits, the girl from the exorcist dragon clan could cast a thunder talisman with just a raise of her hand, and heirs of the Ma family could throw talismans faster than he could turn the pages of comics. Not to mention that when the Seven Sons of Laoshan come together, even the Millennium Drought Demon will have to tremble three times. But the demons of the Juyin Sect were hiding in the dark to cause trouble. Waves of zombies came one after another. The ancient bronze lamp flickered on and off, always reflecting some broken scenes when he almost couldn't hold on any longer. Chen Ajiu clenched the Taomu Sword in his hand and looked at the noisy group of guys around him who always gave each other their backs. He suddenly felt that time travel wasn't too bad after all. At least, killing zombies and killing evil spirits is much more exciting than drawing comics.