Green Mountain

In the midst of wind and snow, a young Taoist clad in a deep blue Daoist robe stood under the signboard, one hand caressing the young monk’s bald head, the other holding a scroll, as if no one else was around.

The young Taoist’s hair was casually tied with a crude tree branch, and despite the harsh winter, his blue robe was merely a light garment, frightfully thin.

The self-proclaimed Zhang Li looked at the young monk with a smiling face, rolling his finger joints and knocking on the young monk’s forehead with a "thud, thud" sound, "Are you still blocking the way because you didn’t understand my words, or is the name ’Zhang Li’ not influential in Jianghu anymore?"

The young monk stammered, "Oh... it’s Patron Zhang Li, please come in!"

Zhang Li tapped the young monk’s shoulder with the scroll, "Bring in my Green Ox, and remember to find a clean ox pen for it. Feed it three pounds of vegetarian steamed buns, with mushroom and green vegetable filling."

The young monk was startled, "Ah? Feed it steamed buns?"

Zhang Li glanced at him sideways, "Is there a problem?"

The young monk quickly shook his head, "No, no, I’ll go to the kitchen and tell them shortly, it’s just that... it might be difficult to find green vegetables at this time..."

Zhang Li waved his hand indifferently, "Then go for pickled cabbage filling."

The young monk quickly agreed, "We have that, I had pickled cabbage stuffed buns last night..."

"Who’s asking you?"