The old Taoist priest looked down with a puzzled expression, and when he saw the eight big characters, he was obviously stunned, and then instantly understood the meaning of Hua Weiluo's subtle eyes just now, and his old face turned red in an instant.

"This ...... Who added this word to the poor road?? The old Taoist priest trembled with his hands, holding the "Monster Treasure Book" in his hand, and was so angry that his beard was about to rise.

"Senior brother, what's wrong??" Several of the uncles standing beside him leaned over and looked at the book in his hand.

"This ......" several uncles looked at each other, and they also had confused expressions.

"Senior brother, don't be in a hurry, think carefully about whose hands this book was in for the last time??" An uncle comforted the old Taoist priest.

"Perfection! Come here! The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and beckoned to the best.

"Master......" Zhishan stood up, walked to the sidelines and stood still, clasped his hands into fists, and shouted respectfully to the old Taoist.

"The teacher asked you, this "Monster Treasure Book" is the last time, but you took it to see it??" The old Taoist priest blew his beard and asked at him with a glare.

"Yes." The best answer, concise and to the point.

"Have you ever lent it to someone else??" The old Taoist priest was angry, but he knew the supreme good character, and with his character, he would never write such words in a book.

"A few days ago, I lent it to the little beans in the town at the foot of the mountain." Zhishan thought about it for a moment and replied respectfully.

“…… Little beans?? That seven-year-old urchin? The old Taoist priest was quite impressed by this name, when his father and mother came to the Taoist temple to ask him to go down the mountain to remove the demon for Xiaodouzi, when he got there, the child foamed at the mouth, kept rolling his eyes, convulsions and talked nonsense, when he first saw him, he was startled, thinking what kind of monster is so powerful, when he looked carefully, but did not feel any demonic energy, and later learned that he was pretending to be evil, scaring his father and mother to play, when Xiaodouzi was only three years old, it was so stubborn.

Later, year after year, day after day, Xiaodouzi tried all kinds of ways to trick him down the mountain, and after a long time, the old Taoist priest said helplessly to his parents: "In this town, everyone will be evil, but he won't, his stubborn temperament, monsters will avoid him when they see him!" ”

So later, if Xiaodouzi had anything to do, he let Zhishan go down the mountain.

"No wonder, it's time for him to read and write...... the old Taoist priest stroked his beard with a headache, threw the "Demon Treasure Book" in his hand into the hands of Zhishan, and said helplessly: "That's it, I have a headache when I see that little ancestor, you just go and deal with these words." Really, what a system!! ”

Zhishan lowered her head slightly, a pair of bright eyes like stars glanced at the eight big characters on the inner page, her white cheeks couldn't help but float a trace of redness, and when she turned her head to look at the flowers sitting on the old banyan tree, she was looking at herself with a curious gossip expression.

"Yes, I'll go!" Zhishan bowed his head, saluted the old Taoist priest, and then turned to leave.

"Wait." The old Taoist priest shouted to stop him.

"What else does Master command??"

"It's shallow on paper, your senior sister has been resting for the past few days, tomorrow you will take her down the mountain, go to the town for a walk, if you need to subdue demons and eliminate demons, you take her to see, gain more knowledge, and make some money by the way!"