There are Taoist temples deep in the mountains, but the incense has long since faded.
I am not very talented. I am only nineteen years old. I have been a Taoist priest since I was a child. I have more than ten senior brothers, but I am the youngest. I am commonly known as the closed disciple. The school was too poor and the brothers could not bear the hardship. Fortunately, the head master was open-minded and allowed the brothers to disperse and go away.
Later, three senior brothers found their way back. They were quite old, all in their forties or fifties.
He was favored by his master, and before his death, it was said that the leader was in Xiaodao. However, no matter his age or seniority, he could not convince everyone, and the three senior brothers were not convinced. Unfortunately for the sect, Xiaodao is not a soft persimmon and will never give in and fight with him internally.
In the village at the foot of the mountain, there was a new candidate, but the path was too small. Before his death, the master also gave instructions to escort him to Beijing to take the exam. It is my duty to allow the little Taoist to wander around the human world for a while, and then come back and fight with the other senior brothers!
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