Mr. Ye Kai, the young Taoist priest of Ziyun Temple, was wearing a patched Taoist robe, with half a bottle of old wine hanging on his waist. He didn't speak properly and looked less reliable than a street gangster.
But when black smoke rises from the ancestral grave of the richest man in the capital, ghosts cry every night in the prime minister's palace, and the dragon veins in the palace are cut off, everyone has to come to him.
Ye Kai held the broken compass and gnawed on the roasted chicken leg: "This matter requires extra money!"
So, he caught monsters and ghosts and caught three or five beauties, and he broke through the formation and became famous all over the world.
But the words left by his unreliable master always made him murmur in his heart: "Disciple, there are nine calamities in your life, and you will die in every calamity..."
Ye Kai grinned: "Young master, I am romantic and invincible. Doomsday? That will all happen to you!"
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If Murong Wan'er is missed, Xiao Cui becomes Xiao Qi.
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If Murong Wan'er is missed, Xiao Cui becomes Xiao Qi.