A genius Taoist priest was stabbed in the back by a friend (written as □□mu and read as backstabbed) and had nothing left (he was not a poor baby A). He was so disheartened that he found the place where he had received the inheritance by mistake and planned to worship the ancestor (although he had not formally worshiped as a teacher, he had learned the Taoism left by others and respectfully called him the ancestor), so he went to the ground to recognize the person.
The Patriarch was quite interesting, but there was nothing written on the tablet. The Taoist thought bitterly that he was worshiping an unknown master while he honestly lit three sticks of incense (of course he didn't light it and he didn't carry any ignition tools with him).
Then the three sticks of incense spontaneously ignited.
Intention: Be positive and live seriously