As he walked upstairs, someone talked to him: "My dear fellow immortal, if you want to compete with Senior Mo, why don't you submit a challenge and come to the door so recklessly?"
"I submitted a post, wasn't it rejected?" The young monk in a brocade robe said angrily, "Although I am not famous, I feel that my cultivation is acceptable, so why should I refuse my challenge?"
Some monks said happily: "So you feel aggrieved, so you just fight? Can you see anyone?"
"It's not fair...it's fair now. Just one sword strike left me unable to fight back. I'm convinced." That anger turned into admiration.
The brocade-robed monk sat down at the same table with the monk who was talking to him, and began to think again: "I wonder if Senior Mo will accept a disciple. It would be great if I could become his disciple!"
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