Zhou Changan traveled through time and became the most useless disciple in Maoshan. He just wanted to lie down until he died.
As a result, Senior Brother Shi Jian had just lost his temper, and all the Taoists in Maoshan were collecting money and running away overnight!
Looking at the empty hall and the only three old, weak, sick and disabled people left, he was completely confused.
"From today on, you are the watchman of Maoshan!"
Uncle Jiu hurried back and directly thrust the ancestral land deed into his hand.
Bite! The Taoist temple revitalization system is activated!
Since then, Maoshan's painting style in the Dharma-ending era has undergone a sudden change:
While others were chanting incantations and ringing bells to ward off evil spirits, he took out his homemade mahogany Gatling.
While others practiced solitary life and practiced hard, he led his disciples to engage in "three years of practicing Taoism and five years of simulation."
Other people's Taoist temples are solemn and sacred, but his Taoist temple offers an "exorcism package, the second order is half price."
Uncle Jiu returns to the main forum every month to check, from being furious to doubting life:
"You call this a basic breathing technique?!"
"Why is Qiu Shengwen crying and wanting to come to you?!"
"Zhou Chang'an! Tell me the truth -"
"Are you the illegitimate son of our ancestor?!"
