Uncle Jiu: the Little Taoist Priest Picked up from the Mass Grave

The stars in the mass graves were like diamonds, and Lin Hai lay naked in the mound and grinned. Lin Fengjiao rushed over with a sword, thinking that a ghost was causing trouble, but she brought back a glowing little baby. I practiced talismans at the age of three, recited mantras at the age of five, and drew thunder seals at the age of eight. Now, at the age of fifteen, I stand in front of the Yizhuang table and spread out the yellow paper. The master threw down the remnants of Maoshan Thunder Method and turned around to leave. While I was dipping my ink in my hand and picking up my pen, thunder exploded outside the window and the window lattice shook. The moment the pen tip fell, I felt something inside my body shatter.