I, the Heir of the Purple-Robed Heavenly Master, Went Down the Mountain to Tell Fortunes

Sanqing only needs a clay body, but Buddha wants a golden body In troubled times, Buddhism has not emerged, but the old Taoist carries his sword to save the common people "This female Bodhisattva, oh no, female ghost, Xiaosheng, can you please consciously reincarnate and not harm the world?" "Hmph, a little Taoist priest has quite a bit of a tone." "If your Excellency is unreasonable, then I know a little bit about the art of thunder." "You can scare me by calling your master." Three minutes later, the female ghost lifted Zhang Jiuan up like a chicken, took out her cell phone and made a video call to a person noted as an old Taoist priest. The female ghost smiled without any scruples and said, "Old Taoist priest, I heard that this is your apprentice, hahaha, how did you teach this person?" The old man known as the old Taoist priest looked helplessly at the young Taoist priest who was mentioned, "Jiu'an... How did you get into trouble with her?" "Master, hehe, I thought her Yin Qi was too strong, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect that I couldn't beat her." "Hey, old Taoist priest, tell me how to compensate me." "Let him be a cow and a horse for you." After saying that, he hung up the phone. Zhang Jiuan looked helplessly at the hung up phone, "Master..."