Under the porridge shed.
Wang Daosheng was distributing porridge to the disaster victims.
Zhang Zhuo took a ceramic bowl and stretched it out brashly in front of Wang Daosheng.
Wang Daosheng calmly glanced at him and silently filled the bowl with a wooden ladle.
Zhang Zhuo tilted his head back and gulped down the thin porridge, then wiped his beard with the sleeve of his red official robe.
He carelessly tossed the ceramic bowl onto the green brick stove and curiously asked, "Didn't you take my daughter to Lu Hun Manor for an educational trip? How did you end up here in the porridge shed? I heard that people from both Dao Courts of Huangshan Mountain and Laojun Mountain, as well as the high monks from Yuanjue Temple and Tuoluo Temple, have all arrived, and there are very exciting Debating Scriptures events every day. Why are you wasting time here with them?"
