Mo Qing passed through the head of the Lingxiao Sect, and the head Seal Spirit asked him to revive the sect. Since it was a rejuvenated sect, he must train all his disciples.
"Master, I want to marry that devil." The eldest disciple, who had always been as cold as ice and aloof from the world, suddenly said that he wanted to marry the devil.
"Master, I want to practice Buddhism." The second disciple who had been obsessed with flowers all day suddenly wanted to become a monk.
"Master, I... I like Senior Sister Ling from the Linghua Sect, and I want to become a Taoist partner with her!" This is his favorite female disciple, and he suddenly likes women.
"Master, I think..." Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Qing impatiently interrupted the youngest apprentice, "Tell me, are you a good Long Yang or do you want to become a monk?"
"Master, I want to become a Taoist couple with you!"
Mo Qing felt that it was so difficult for him. He just wanted to revive the sect and enjoy the treatment of a cool hero, but unexpectedly he encountered a chrysanthemum crisis.
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