This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

It’s a high school reunion.

Plus everyone has just graduated from college and is at the age to work, so naturally, topics like “where did you graduate from” are unavoidable. What satisfied Xu Yang was that there weren’t any cliched novel-like scenarios…

Such as a classmates’ gathering, showing off and getting slapped in the face, goddesses throwing themselves at you, sparking conflicts, villains looking for people, and people seeing the protagonist kneeling and then everyone being shocked by those dog blood twists.

“Since everyone is here, let’s go have lunch first… I asked my uncle to bring out all the signature dishes today. Although they’re not fancy Western meals, they’re all green and healthy.”

There’s a large private room in the farmhouse.

It should be arranged by Yang Fan. Extra tables were added, and the more than thirty people who attended the gathering had enough seats.

“Serve the dishes!”

Soon.

Plates of home-cooked dishes were served.

Yang Fan introduced them one by one: “All these dishes are grown by my uncle… You can even pick your own vegetables from the garden and have the kitchen prepare them. And this fish is raised by ourselves… The two fish ponds out front are my uncle’s. After eating, we can go fishing together.”

“And this hand-shredded chicken, large plate chicken, spicy chicken… They’re all home-raised, and this roasted whole goat is an authentic mountain goat… ”

Everyone started using their chopsticks.

In the meantime, a girl asked about Ma Long and Xu Yang’s current occupations. Ma Long modestly said, “Ah… Don’t mention it, I’ve been raising sheep in the mountains for the past two years, and it’s been less than a month since I returned to Wu City… ”

Speaking of which, the conversation turned, and he bragged about Xu Yang, laughing, “As for Xu Yang… I’m afraid to scare you, but he’s a Heavenly Master of Daoism, with a reputation that strikes fear in the martial world. Anyone who meets him will respectfully call him Master Xu!”

“Really?”

“Heavenly Master of Daoism… It sounds pretty powerful, Xu Yang, are you part of Dragon Tiger Mountain?”

“Xu Yang, can you catch ghosts?”

A girl was even more curious, “Xu Yang, are you really part of Daoist society? I’ve been thinking about writing a novel recently about a Daoist Heavenly Master and his love-hate relationship with his fellow disciple. Can you tell me about the world of Daoists?”

Xu Yang shook his head and laughed, “Don’t listen to Ma Long’s nonsense. I run a funeral shop, what do I know about catching ghosts? I’m just a fake Heavenly Master trying to fool people into doing more business!”

Before he finished speaking, suddenly a voice like spring thunder exploded outside.

“Lu Shan Sect’s Chen Chaoting is here to visit Master Xu!”

“Lu Shan Sect’s Lin Chaoyang has met Master Xu!”

Xu Yang’s face changed, but he heard the third voice from outside, “Lu Shan Sect’s Li Chaoying has met Master Xu!”

Outside.

Three Daoists stood in a row.

The third person to speak was a Daoist nun, who looked to be in her thirties and had a touch of heroic elegance. She saluted toward Xu Yang’s private room and, seeing that Xu Yang didn’t come out, said calmly, “What? The Northwest Hammer King, famous in the martial world, and the disciple of Supreme Sage Qingxu… Is this your courage?”

Inside the private room.

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

Those old classmates stared at Xu Yang in amazement. Even Ma Long, who knew about Xu Yang’s grievances with the Lu Shan Sect, changed his expression and asked, “What’s going on? How did they find us here?”

“Probably followed us!”

Xu Yang, who had just called himself a “fake Heavenly Master,” stood up, “My dear classmates, I apologize… I didn’t expect my past to disturb your gathering. Well… I’ll host another gathering for everyone next time.”

PS: Wishing all my brothers and sisters a happy Lunar New Year’s Eve, and may you make a fortune in the new year!