I, the Keeper of the Magic Key, Only Know How to Spread Pancakes

Three hundred years after the end of the war between immortals and demons, the demon-sealing key that locked the abyss of the demon world disappeared out of thin air. The immortal court dug through the three realms to find it, and the demon world was scrambling to find it. Who would have thought that this key, which was related to the safety of the entire immortal realm, was hanging safely on the neck of an unknown young disciple at Kunlun Xiaoyao Peak. Shen Qingzhou has no pressure on this: protecting the world is just a matter of convenience, and spreading the multi-grain pancakes with sesame seeds for today is the top priority. -The Emperor of Heaven sent an immortal official to your door to urge Master to return to Heaven and check for traces of the key? Hold on steady, first pass the hot cake to Gag, and then stuff a basket of home-grown radishes, coaxing the immortal official to happily return empty-handed; -The little demon cultivator from the demon world sneaks up the mountain to explore the way? Don't worry, homemade smoke has been spread in the mountain breeze. I'll catch one and put it back with a piece of pancake with a message: If you want to eat, tell me in advance. It's not honorable to steal. It wasn't until the forces on both sides of the immortal and demonic forces focused on this nameless mountain peak that even the immortal navigation couldn't find, that their jaws dropped in shock: Oh, how could this little Taoist priest who squatted at the mountain gate every day and spread pancakes pull off a conspiracy that was more ruthless than the God of War Xuan Jizi back then?