I Learned Secret Arts at a Taoist Temple, Then Went Down the Mountain

My master said I was going down the mountain to gain experience.

But I think he just got sick of me eating so much.

Before I left, he gave me three magical artifacts: a cracked mirror, a silent bell, and a tattered book.

He said they were the inheritance of our sect.

I think he was just clearing out his junk.

Still, it doesn’t matter. The things I secretly learned on the mountain over the past fifteen years will be more than enough.