He has a slim and slender figure, wearing an old Taoist robe that has been washed white and has slight fraying on the collar and cuffs. His long hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair are hanging down. Her complexion is warm and fair due to living in the mountains and forests for a long time, her eyebrows are sparse, and she has a sense of laziness. Holding the utility bill reminder in hand, I sighed at the empty merit box. Facing the reality of the ruined Taoist temple and heavy debts, I was a little worried but still open-minded: "Master, look at this incense money... You can't even keep a cat fat."
