Master was struck by lightning from the System and transmigrated to another world because he was too sharp-tongued. To return to his original world, he has to find all four of his disciples.
“You really are a Daoist priest!” Master exclaimed, looking at his fourth disciple, who had flowing long hair and the bearing of an immortal.
“That's right. I graduated from an accredited university, and I have the certificate to prove I'm a Daoist priest.” The fourth disciple opened the car door, turned on the air conditioning, and put on some driving music with practiced ease. “But I still choose to drive when I go out. Put down the peachwood sword! That's the Founder's!”
“When did I get a Xiuluo disciple?” Master stroked his chin as he looked at the figure in a pink dress, dancing gracefully in the photo frame.
“Your third disciple is a grown man.” A vague voice came from behind him. A man in a Zhongshan suit smiled at him.
“Ah, so you're Xiuluo's big brother. My apologies, my apologies.”
“I...” Gulp, gulp, gulp. “Really...” Gulp, gulp, gulp. “I'm not drinking anymore!” Master was pinned to the dining table and forced to drink by his eldest disciple.
The eldest disciple smiled like a sly old fox. His mouth promised that it was the last cup, but his hand kept pouring.
“Mm-hmm, just one last cup.” As if. Heh.
“I really hope,” the giant marten, a towering 1.9 meters tall, sat by the road and cried like a child (?), “that our whole family can be together again.”
“All right, all right.” Master stood beside him, cradling the big marten's head and comforting him. “Don't cry, Second.”
“Waaah, mm-oo.” Overcome with emotion, the marten couldn't help letting out a cow's moo.
Theme: Master and disciples, united in heart, go together and return together
