When I woke up, the first person I saw was the little Taoist priest lying on the ground. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of horror.
"Little Taoist priest, what are you doing?" I haven't spoken for a long time, and my voice is a little hoarse.
His body trembled and he choked out a sentence: "Go up, go up, go to the grave."
To put it simply, after the little Taoist priest summoned the wrong soul, he lived a life of either being cheated or being cheated.