I think back then, when I was on Longhu Mountain, I kicked and taught the old Heavenly Master to cry loudly, and punched the monsters in the mountain to tremble. How majestic it was. Who doesn't know the name of my uncle, the little master of Longhu Mountain? It's a pity that the female pilgrims who came to burn incense, such as aloof female CEOs, stunning celebrities, innocent little school belles... Showed no restraint, threw themselves into the arms of this Celestial Master one by one, and disturbed this Celestial Master's spiritual practice. I had no choice but to go down the mountain!
Good, the story is vivid