The Taoist Master Came Down the Mountain and the Baby He Brought with Him Was the Heavenly Master

My name is Zhang Qingyan, the last facade of Tianshu Temple. I thought that going down the mountain was the beginning of a cool novel about conquering demons in the Republic of China, but I didn't expect it to be a hardcore daily routine. She called zombies stinky dogs, used my cinnabar to draw little people, and always wanted to use my peach wood sword to bake sweet potatoes. My Taoist colleagues looked at me with complicated eyes, as if they were saying: "Is Tianshu Temple... Going to end?" But I dare not say anything. Because last time she was offended by the evil formation of Jiuju's faction, she shouted "Thunder" in a naive voice. That night, all the evil spirits in Shanghai knelt and listened to the thunder all night long. The Jiuju faction is determined to destroy us. From the Republic of China to modern times, conspiracies are layered one after another. I fought with them on Feng Shui, Evil Breaking Formation, and Shikigami, from the Huangpu River to the Internet. I stumbled all the way while protecting this greedy and playful little girl behind me. I thought I was protecting her, guarding the last glimmer of Taoism. Until that day, the most powerful head of the Jiuju family arranged a decisive attack and nailed me to the dragon lock pillar, and asked me my last words with a sinister smile. I was coughing up blood, but I saw my little junior sister who was licking candied haws suddenly raised her head. There was no more ignorance in her eyes, only the indifference of looking down at the world. She said the most domineering words in her little milky voice: "If you dare to touch my senior brother... I will uproot your asshole." It dawned on me. It turns out that I wasn't the one who protected her as she grew up over the past hundred years. It's her who accompanies me in this world... To experience the world of mortals.