The master sighed: "I cried with joy. I opened the golden rope here, tore the jade lock there, and the wind blew and the snow flew. Today I know that I am me. This son is the reincarnation of Di Renjie. He will become a great person in this life. Unfortunately, the road is full of misfortunes and the journey is difficult. You two have cultivated good deeds for several lives. The hardships in this life are also about reinventing yourself."
"Master, please give me a word for my son." The old farmer heard these mysterious words and asked tremblingly, not believing it.
"What a heavy snowfall. A man with a coir raincoat fishing alone in a boat is fishing in the snow on the Hanjiang River. Under the heavy snow, the Hanjiang River is his fate."
