Withered wood comes spring, and after thousands of years, the wooden-like Gushan Temple was finally pissed off by his disciples. Even if he beat this wood to death, he might not be able to figure out why his apprentice fell into the devil without doing anything. Thousands of people pointed his finger at him, and after he was done with it, he actually traveled back in time to the day when he became his apprentice. Gushan Temple had thought about it, and killed him directly this time.
Intention: I hope the iron tree will bloom. . .