Zhang Ze, unaware of the impending misfortune of Li Jue, strode towards the main hall with an unapproachable swagger.
But as soon as he stepped through the threshold, he backed out again.
The situation inside the hall was complex, with countless corridors and forked paths, leaving him clueless about which way to go.
"Which way should I go?" Zhang Ze asked.
"Go straight, enter the third door on the right, Ancestor Master Putao is there," answered the junior brother playing the Taoist.
Zhang Ze, "Ancestor Master Putao?"
Zhang Ze didn't understand, but just as he was about to ask, a flying kick came from outside the door, nudging the disciple playing the Taoist off balance.
"It's Master Bodhi, Subodhi! Can you have some professional integrity and memorize your lines!
"I said it should be me playing the Taoist, and you playing the old village chief, how could such an arrangement lead to a slip-up?"
The kicker was the disciple playing the old village chief.
