The next day, dawn broke gently.
Yi Chen was still in his slumbers when a burst of urgent knocking woke him up.
"Master, open the door, there's big trouble again."
Yi Chen: "..." Can't this unlucky disciple use a different phrase for once?
"I'm coming, I'm coming, stop damn knocking, the chickens haven't even woken up yet, what's all the fuss about? Is the county magistrate bewitched by a female ghost or did a horse catch a cold?" Yi Chen grumbled as he threw on his clothes and walked over to open the front door.
Who doesn't have a bit of a temper when they're woken up?
As the door swung open.
The first thing Yi Chen saw was Chief Zhang's big face, and standing behind him... was the county magistrate.
County Magistrate Zhou's face was black as a pot lid.
Behind County Magistrate Zhou stood a row of people.
Abbess Shuiyue, Lotus Master, Daoist Qingxu, and a square-faced middle-aged man wearing a Flying Fish suit embroidered with the words "Zhen An" on his chest.