The temple has just produced an eminent monk with great martial arts skills and an eccentric temperament, and the famous sect has produced a once-in-a-century genius with an eccentric temperament.
The widow of Village A has just made a name for herself. She has an eccentric temper and a fierce temper.
The beggar from City B stood up again, swinging his stick, with a weird and unpredictable temper.
The chrysanthemum demon touched his chin, thought for a while, then slapped the table and stood up: "I have money!"
The next day, eminent monks, geniuses, widows and beggars gathered together. They sat obediently beside the Chrysanthemum Demon and shouted: "Long live the Chrysanthemum King!"