I Have Two Junior Brothers at Shangqing

There are four of us in our sect: our master (I’d rather not reveal his name. Let’s just say he could slap Maoli to death); Maoli (that’s me, the first disciple of the sect and its first-ever disciple, who drank a whole bowl of ritual water and got a stomachache); Maoquan (the half-immortal at our temple, renowned for his spot-on predictions, who thinks of nothing but divination. He’s a pro at sorting out other people’s love troubles, but when it comes to his own…); and Maoheng (he’s spoken with the Taoist priest who soaks tofu in milk. I really wouldn’t dare eat his cooking, though he does draw some excellent pumpkin buns).