The Taoist Temple Is Just Too Beautiful for Cultivation

I got struck by lightning while walking my bird. From the start, my master was dead. I occasionally went down the mountain and met a cult leader who wanted me to become his godfather. Things were miserable up on the mountain, while a whole village was slaughtered down below. I took on three disciples, and each one was old enough to be my father. I even had a Taoist temple, so how about offering a little incense? Hey! Where’s the statue? Isn’t that just a handsome photo of me?

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