Xie Gou asked tentatively, "Should I go invite the Mountain Lord over?"
The old Abbot said, "This poor Daoist does not have that much face."
Xie Gou complained, "We're all family here, why say such angry things? That won't do."
At Luopo Mountain, Xie Gou had learned many turns of phrase from Little Millet.
The old Abbot said, "Seclusion is a serious matter. It cannot be treated as child's play."
Only then did Xie Gou set her mind at ease.
In ancient times, this Daoist who "had no rival once he left his cave, and never spared anyone where he could spare them" was known among Daoists throughout the world, aside from his fondness for brewing wine.
Moreover, however high Bixiao Cave Master's Daoist arts were, his mind was just as narrow, and he bore grudges just as deeply. This too was thunderously famous, his reputation resounding far and wide!
Yet Xiao Mo did not agree. Pressing close to his Taoist Companion Xie Gou, he whispered that this Bixiao Fellow Daoist was a rare broad-minded Daoist in the world.
Naturally, the beginning and end of that statement were utterly true. Only the middle portion had been added by Xie Gou herself, after which she had demanded that the Genealogy Officer record it, with an underline beneath it besides!
The old Abbot said, "You may ask Xiao Mo about the specific course of those two sword challenges later."
Xie Gou asked tentatively, "How specific?"
The old Abbot smiled. "Heavenly materials, the Dao remains when witnessed by the eye—it's not something only you can do. Xiao Mo is no worse, is he?"
Xie Gou nodded and extended a hand, crooking her fingers.
The old Abbot sneered. "Making a guest take out the wine himself—is that Luopo Mountain's way of receiving guests?"
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