After Ten Years of Practicing Taoism, My Master Is Actually a Nymphomaniac?

"Master, are you a Taoist priest?" Xihe asked, looking at his master who had been staring at a woman on the wall in a daze all day. The master laughed "Your master and I have been monks for thirty years. Do you think we are Taoist priests?" "I think the master looks very much like that nymphomaniac." Xihe muttered softly. The master patted the little Taoist priest on the head "You know shit." Although Master usually looks like a nymphomaniac, I heard from pilgrims that Master is a very, very tall person. In the early morning of that day, Xi He called his master to have breakfast as usual. After knocking for a long time, no one answered. When he opened the door, he found that there was only the painting and a letter on the table. "Xihe, this farewell is a little sudden. As expected, the master will return after being away for a month. If he has not returned, don't miss him. When he becomes an adult, he will help the master return the painting to the person in the painting. This person is in Suzhou. The master has not taught you the Taoism for ten years. Now you are in the age of binding your hair. The method of practice is under my bed. If it is urgent, don't think about it. Five years later, Xihe went down the mountain. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.