I'm really good at this.

"Young friend, you said you'd like to request a painting?"

In front of a row of wooden houses behind a side hall next to the main hall of Wudang Mountain, shrouded in wisps of mist, a middle-aged, plump Taoist priest with black hair and beard looked somewhat bewildered.

"Master, that is indeed the case."

The person who humbly asked him for a painting was Zhang Hong.

They just arrived at Wudang today. Everyone else went sightseeing, but only Zhang Hong, Lin Muqing, and Li Shanqi came to find Huang Xicheng.

However, Huang Xicheng did not meet him, but he did meet a Taoist priest.

"That's no problem, but which faction do you belong to, young friend?"

The Taoist priest looked on with suspicion.

This area is where Wudang disciples usually relax and have fun. It's not open to the public. Apart from fellow disciples and the TV station that was notified in advance, no one else should be allowed to come here.

Zhang Hong bowed: "Daoist Master! My uncle was once a member of the Daoist sect, but he later left the mountain, returned to secular life, married, and had children. His biggest regret in life is that he didn't leave anything behind as a memento! He is currently in poor health, and I have come simply to request a piece of calligraphy to take back as a keepsake for him! I hope the Daoist Master can grant my filial wish!"

That's a lie.

His uncle is in excellent health and has a great appetite, and he has never been a Taoist priest.

I have read quite a few martial arts novels.

Zhang Hong admitted that the martial arts novel that left the deepest impression on him was the one he read from his uncle.

"Wind, Flower, Sword, Snow, Moon, and Blade".

Moreover, this novel was his introduction to literature.

ahem...

The Taoist priest's expression softened considerably: "Considering your filial piety... but why did you come to Wudang to ask for a painting? Longhu Mountain would have been a better place."

"No, no, no," Zhang Hong quickly flattered, "In my heart, there's only one sect that truly represents Taoism, and that's Wudang! What Longhu Mountain! I've never even heard of it!"

If he has the opportunity to visit Longhu Mountain in the future, Zhang Hong will say the same thing to them.

However, the "Longhu Mountain" in the text will be replaced with "Wudang Mountain".

The Taoist priest immediately became much more benevolent: "That won't do either. Young friend, your words are too exaggerated. No, no."

Zhang Hong grinned but didn't say anything.

Master, your smile is practically reaching your back; you can't be so hypocritical.

"Master Daoist, may I ask what I seek..."

"Of course, of course." The Taoist priest wanted to beam with joy, but he forced himself to hold it back.

He waved his hand: "We have a disciple among the younger generation of Wudang who has returned from studying in Japan. His painting skills are quite good. Please stay here for now, I will go and call him."

"Then thank you very much, Daoist Master."

The Taoist priest nodded and turned to go to the side room to call for help.

But halfway there, he turned back and asked, "By the way, young friend, what kind of transformation do you want? Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng? Or a portrait of the Three Pure Ones?"

"Ahem, well," Zhang Hong coughed twice and chuckled, "the Great Priest Wang Lama of the Shaolin Temple's Wudang Mountain Office, and the Righteous Goddess."

You can't invite a foreign bodhisattva from Wudang; you have to go to Antarctica for that.

No, actually, according to the original setting, the Western bodhisattva shouldn't have gone to Antarctica, but rather to the Pacific Ocean.

The Taoist priest was visibly taken aback for a moment, then he picked at his ear: "What did you say?"

"The Great Priest Wang Lama of the Shaolin Temple's Wudang Mountain Office, and the Correct Goddess." Zhang Hong repeated with a smile.

The Taoist priest's face darkened: "Boy, do you think I can beat you to death?"

Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "Daoist Master, I have already paid for this."

The Taoist priest's face darkened further: "Most of Wudang Mountain is under the unified management of the national tourism agency. What does your ticket purchase have to do with me?"

"I took out 50,000 yuan, which was donated directly to Wudang," Zhang Hong said casually.

"Oh, that's alright then, young friend, please wait a moment." The Taoist priest demonstrated what it means to "change one's expression."

Fifty thousand isn't a lot, but this money is directly used to improve their meals.

Not bad.

Ten minutes later, a young Taoist priest came out.

He has an average appearance, average height, and average build.

In short, he's just an ordinary young man.

However, with the topknot on his head and the Taoist robe, he also has a bit of the look of a corporate slave.

Yes, not the otherworldly, otherworldly type.

With his dark circles and that sleepy, kidney-deficient look, he's clearly a seasoned office worker.

When he saw Zhang Hong, he was still a little puzzled: "I heard from my uncle that this layman asked me to paint for him?"

His uncle didn't say what to draw.

Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "There's no rush for that."

He snapped his fingers, and Li Shanqi came out from behind.

"Xicheng, it's been a long time."

Huang Xicheng was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "Brother Yamazaki, you've returned to Japan too?"

Li Shanqi glanced at Zhang Hong and saw that he looked encouraging, and even deliberately raised his left hand, which was holding the phone, to scratch his cheek.

Li Shanqi's eye twitched, and he forced a smile, "I just wanted to ask you, we accidentally wandered in here, and I heard there's a fine. Are there any trails down the back mountain? The kind that's usually deserted and without security cameras."

"Yes, there is." Huang Xicheng replied without suspicion. "Just go out the front yard, turn left, and walk straight for about 100 meters. There's a small path that leads directly down the mountain. Nobody ever uses it, and there are no security cameras. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, there's another question." Li Shanqi's smile was very unnatural. "You drew 18+ comics in Japan before, right? I remember you even dressed up and sold several thousand copies at a comic convention."

Huang Xicheng waved his hand and said, "Sigh, don't mention it. It's all because of the pressures of life. I learned to draw so I could do action design, but that stuff is quite expensive. I had no choice but to draw some shady stuff to earn some money. Don't tell my parents about this. Nobody in Wudang knows. I plan to take this secret to my grave."

By the way, why did you ask that?

Li Shanqi watched as Zhang Hong recorded the entire conversation between the two.

He sighed and said, "Brother, don't blame me, I didn't want this to happen either."

Huang Xicheng, a question mark appearing on his forehead, asked slowly, "What are you not thinking about?"

"It's nothing," Zhang Hong interjected.

"Hehehe..." He wore a smile that didn't look like that of a good person, and held the phone he had just finished recording on. Then he asked a question, "Master Huang, do you know about movie storyboarding?"

Huang Xicheng was taken aback.

Looking at the wicked smile on Zhang Hong's face, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

He instinctively took a half step back, and said warily, "What do you mean? I'm warning you, don't come any closer!"

Zhang Hong walked towards him with a sly laugh: "It's okay~ We have plenty of time... I'll tell you slowly~~~"

Listening to the devil's whispers behind him and the Taoist priest, as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, going from struggle to compromise, from anger to despair, Li Shanqi looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and closed his eyes.

A single, glistening tear slid down his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Lao Huang, I didn't want this either. This hell... you'll have to come down with me..."

PS: As usual, I'm asking for recommendation votes and tips! 2/2

Sorry, leftovers really shouldn't be eaten.

Especially the kind of food that you're too lazy to heat up after taking it out of the refrigerator.

I felt like I was dehydrated in the bathroom; I had lost consciousness.

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