The hens in the yard all looked at him in surprise, then scattered in a flurry and hid in the henhouse. However, the rooster, with disdain in its eyes and an air of arrogance, held its head high and strutted past Chu Mo.
Chu Mo glanced at the rooster, feeling that he might inherently clash with roosters. Why else would every rooster act this way around him? This particular rooster behaved no differently.
"I'll stew you if you keep staring!" Chu Mo threatened the rooster viciously.
"Cluck cluck!" The rooster simply ignored him, crowed, fluttered its wings twice, and walked away gracefully.
An old Taoist came out of the Taoist temple. The elder had an ordinary appearance, silver hair, wrinkled face, and showed no discernible age. He had no discernible aura around him. He grinned at Chu Mo and said, "One month... not bad, go chop some firewood." After speaking, he turned around, went back into the house, and slammed the door shut.
