When I was abandoned at the age of six and dying in Zhongnan Mountain, I was carried back to the cave by a monk.
The old monk taught me the five great kings of Buddhism, the Vajra supernatural power, and the old Taoist taught me the mountain's medical fortune-telling and the knowledge of the clumsy fire.
Ten years later, I used Zhu Youshu to save the dying son of the county magistrate, and became famous.
But it attracted the mysterious old enemy of the masters - an evil organization that controls bronze ghost faces and uses human bones to change feng shui.
They raised their hands and sent the entire village into a frenzy: "Little fellow Taoist, it's time to pay back what your masters stole..."
Behind me, two intertwined haloes of red and blue slowly appeared: "You are mistaken. I deliberately let you find that thing."
