One Person: I Really Don't Want to Be a Heavenly Master

The young Taoist priest is dressed in a dark green robe, with black hair shawl, hands in sleeves, half-closed eyes, standing in the center of the evil spirit. Zombies, demons, floating corpses, ghosts... Countless pairs of evil eyes stared at him, but no one dared to take a step closer. ——Zhengyi Sanshan Fulu Sect, Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion, personally taught by contemporary Tianshi. Holding the urn of "positive alliance power", patrolling the sky on behalf of the sky, as if the emperor is personally visiting! He took a step forward. "Boom." This step is like a drum beating in the sky, causing all evil spirits to tremble! He rolled up his sleeve with his left hand and pointed his right hand into a sword. His indifferent eyes suddenly opened slightly. There was neither sadness nor joy in them, only the arrogance of looking down at the ants. Wherever the sword points, the power of heaven shines brightly. The corners of his mouth were slightly opened, and his voice sounded like an oracle: "The poor Taoist is here, and all the evil spirits——" "Back off!" The word "San" is like spring thunder bursting from the tongue, and Tian Xian is in the mouth. Corpses float in the river, zombies lie on the ground, demons disintegrate, and ghosts are annihilated! Not a single sword is drawn, not a single talisman is burned, just a shout can ward off all evil! Yao Zhongyan put his hands in his sleeves, half-closed his eyes, and turned to leave.