It is not a special master, but a teaching for everyone.

"What are you chatting about? Have you finished your homework today?"

"Look down, our master is here."

The fat Taoist priest who came looked at the new Taoist priests on the golden top and whispered:

"Everyone wants to join the disciples of Uncle Wang. Are you worthy? Why don't you do your homework quickly?"

"I am so impetuous. How can I practice my Wudang Kung Fu?"

...

At this time, Wang Dao rushed over at the gate of Wudang Mountain.

He saw the sloppy Taoist priest from afar.

"Master, why did you get down from the mountain?"

"Do you think I want to come down? I was on a whim and suddenly felt something and had to come down."

The sloppy old Taoist priest leaned against the gate of Wudang Mountain and was in a bad mood.

Then he untied a wine gourd from his waist, bit the wine plug of the wine gourd, and started drinking it in big mouthfuls.

Seeing his master like this, Wang Daoyi persuaded him:

"Master, this is Wudang Mountain Gate. Can you always pay attention to your image?"

"Pooh!"

The old sloppy Taoist priest pointed at the kingly way:

"The image of farting is that Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, was not a Taoist priest at that time, wasn't a good figure, what's wrong?"

"I am Xuanwu, but I am not relying on these false ones."

"Do you know how Xuanwu rose? Back then, your master Zhang Sanfeng stood here. He dared to say that he was the second in the world, but no one dared to say that he was the first in the world. This is how Wudang Daxing was achieved."

"As for image, what? Can it be eaten?"

The sloppy old Taoist priest looked like he was so angry that he could not make a strong decision.

“Yes, yes, you are right.”

What can Wang Daoyi do? After all, this is his uncle.
Chapter completed!