This Master Isn’t Exactly Proper!

(This author’s writing is like shit to look at and a bowel movement to read. In short, it’s as bland as spring water and as turbulent as the vast ocean. Call it a pile of crap.)

A dying immortal corpse schemes to survive, greed bringing calamity after calamity. A beggar heads east to take on a disciple, setting in motion a plan spanning the ages. There’s brawling all along the way, with plenty of stops and starts. Who will understand my journey?

The beggar: “You think you can tell me what to do?”

“Honestly, this is such a pain!”

“What’s your problem?”

The person opposite him: “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything!”

“You’re really unbelievable!”

“Old man, you’re pretty spry!”