"Moreover, with those kids here, I'm scared out of my wits."
"They're just a bunch of kids, what's there to be afraid of?" Zhou Xuan was puzzled.
"I'm afraid they'll drink too much soda and then pee in the corner where I hide. That child's urine is potent under the sun, and if I'm not careful, I might get soaked to death."
"So this Turtle Mountain Taoist is a little ghost with shallow skills?"
Zhou Xuan breathed a sigh of relief; although pretending to be someone else this time inadvertently stirred up fate, this Taoist's skills were too shallow to affect him.
Ghosts, you have to pick the small ones to deal with.
"So your skills are so weak? Never mind, I won't bother you. Just mind your own small temple, I'm off."
Zhou Xuan walked away, gesturing like an old official, pointing at the blue brick floor and the black lacquered walls, saying: "Mind your personal hygiene from now on, look at this floor, it's as dirty as can be! Still aiming to be a model?"
