When the Taoist ancestor's spiritual pet insisted on going home with me, I thought I had a fat hamster. Feed melon seeds every day, lick the soft fur, and relax. Until one day, a group of elite Taoist priests in suits suddenly knelt ceremoniously at the door of my house: "Welcome our ancestors to return to the mountain!" I said: "???" The hamster gnawed on melon seeds and said calmly: "Tell them to get out, I haven't finished eating the melon seeds yet." What's even more outrageous is that they really got out. So, my daily practice became - while being called "idiot" by the hamster ancestor, I became the strongest connected person in the Taoist sect.
