The tall disciple also said angrily, "yes, master, we didn''t swear we couldn''t go!"


    Zhang Zhishun snorted, "OK! Your legs grow on yourself anyway. Do I still lock you?"


    His two disciples were immediately overjoyed: "master, did you agree?"


    Zhang Zhishun sneered and said, "if you go, don''t come back and don''t call me master!"


    The tall Taoist and the short Taoist suddenly collapsed. The tall Taoist said, "why?"


    Zhang Zhishun said with a cold face, "because I don''t want to see you die! I didn''t teach you to die! If you have three long and two short comings, who will inherit my mantle?"


    His two disciples stopped talking. After they looked at each other, they said angrily, "master, I know." then they reluctantly left Zhang Zhishun''s room.


    Zhang Zhishun watched them leave with a heavy sigh. He picked up the brush again and wanted to continue to write the next couplet. But when he wanted to drop the brush, he felt that the brush in his hand was as heavy as Mount Tai, and he was even more upset.


    After a while, Zhang Zhishun, who was still unable to write, suddenly upset and put his brush down!