The Wild Taoist Priest After the Millennium

My name is Zhong Yaoqian, and I live in a winding alley in a small town in Sichuan. Before I was twelve years old, I never thought that my life would be related to a word like "Mr. Yin Yang" that only appeared in old people's chats. In the old house with blue tiles and earthen walls at the end of the alley, lived a Taoist priest named Chen. He is said to be a Taoist priest, but he has never been seen wearing a Taoist robe. He only wears a green cloth gown that has been washed white all year round. His hair is held up casually with a wooden hairpin. He looks like an old farmer who has squatted on a field ridge for half his life. Neighbors call him Taoist Chen, and there is always a hint of ambiguity in his tone - those who believe in him secretly come to him to ask questions, while young people who don't believe in him usually walk around while muttering "feudal superstition". On my twelfth birthday, the sky was so cloudy that water could be squeezed out. When my father walked towards the end of the alley with two bags of Hongtashan, I squatted on the threshold and swore at my mother: "The teacher told me, it's all a lie!" My mother was placing my red cloth gown on the incense table. She turned back and glared at me: "Kids don't know what they are! The age of twelve is the threshold. You have to ask your husband to give it a blessing, so that you can go smoothly in the future." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.