The Group's Favorite Returns, and the True Daughter Is Actually a Metaphysics Master

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was a little Xuanmen ancestor in the temple. Xuanmen's little ancestor said that he was under a lot of pressure today. Shen Xiaoman broke his fingers and sighed: Build a golden body for the ancestor, earn merit, promote Taoism, and recruit disciples and grandsons... She wants to make a lot of money. What? Three times the appearance fee for a variety show! Shen Xiaoman's eyes widened and he raised his hands: Me, me, me! I'll be hot! Catch imps, resolve grievances, and protect the country, the little ancestor of Xuanmen does everything. A certain man: "Can you protect me?" Shen Xiaoman stretched out his hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Chenghui, eighteen thousand eight hundred fate."