THE MIGHTIEST LITTLE PEASANT

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After cleaning themselves, they sat in front of the mirror and began to trim their beards and comb their hair.

Then, they took out their treasured suits and leather shoes and put them on.

Some even sprayed themselves with cologne.

Instantly, those people changed from Taoist masters to hipsters.

Eventually, the news spread through the entire Mao Mountain.

Even the white-haired elderly Taoist masters could not resist the temptation and began to groom their appearances.

When Tang Hao arrived at Mao Mountain, he was stunned.

Everyone from Mao Mountain was gathered at the foot of the mountain gate. Many of them began to pose when they saw him approach. Many people began to flaunt their kung fu moves. Some even swallowed swords and performed other acrobatic stunts.

It was a lively scene.

Their eager gazes seemed to be saying, “Pick me! Pick me!”

Tang Hao covered his eyes, trying to spare himself from the second-hand embarrassment.

‘I get those who are posing, but why are the others performing acrobatic stunts? Were they part of a circus troupe before this?’

“I’ve heard that you want to shoot a movie, Fellow Cultivator Tang. To tell you the truth, I’m a veteran actor. I can fit into any role you give me, so I’m the best choice here. Besides, I’m so handsome. The audience will definitely like me.”

“What the f*ck are you talking about? I’m more handsome than you. Pick me if you need a star.”

The elderly Taoist masters argued and jostled among each other.

As they argued, their faces turned red, and they almost started fighting.

Tang Hao broke out in a cold sweat. He had never thought that the Taoist masters would be so enthusiastic.

“Um… Everyone calm down! Everyone gets a chance. I’ll discuss the script with Taoist Master Xuan Ling first. Then, I’ll choose the people according to what we need.”

As he spoke, he walked toward Shabby Taoist Master.

At that moment, a figure squeezed out from the crowd and walked in front of Tang Hao. He placed a large box in his hand on the ground.

Tang Hao looked closely at him and was stunned.

The person in front of him sported an afro and was extremely fashionable. He was none other than the scoundrelly Trendy Taoist Master.

He looked at the box and saw that it was filled with CDs.

Trendy Taoist Master dragged heavily from the cigarette in his mouth and blew a cloud of smoke. He seemed melancholic and profound.

“What are you doing?” Tang Hao asked, surprised.

“I’m different from them!” Shabby Taoist Master said in a deep voice.

“How are you different?”

“They are… vulgar. They only want to act in movies and be famous, but… I’m different. I want to be a director. A director is the soul of a movie.”

His tone was deliberately low and hoarse.

“Huh? Director?”

Tang Hao was completely dumbfounded.

“That’s right, a director! I’ve always dreamed of being a director. However, my responsibilities as a Taoist master have prevented me from pursuing my dream.