At the Funeral, I Stamped My Feet, and the King of Hell Came and Knelt Down to Worship Me.

"Master, who is that little Taoist priest fishing by the Tianchi on the top of the mountain?" Bang ~ a loud slap in the face. "Even my master calls him master when he sees him, how dare you call him little Taoist priest!" "But... But he looks like he is only in his twenties. How come he is senior than the master?" "My teacher looked like this when he was young like you; now more than a hundred years have passed, and his appearance is still the same as before." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.