Mountains and rivers are broken, and Taoism is disordered.
In troubled times, there is a balance between yin and yang.
Xie Buchen had been sleeping for ten years, and suddenly his grave was dug up. Before he could open his eyes, the "bed" he had slept on for ten years was smashed to pieces.
Xie Buchen was very depressed, but life had to go on.
After paying homage to the old man, and eating some of his food before leaving, Xie Buchen... Didn't know where he was going.
There is always a way ahead anyway.
There are always ghosts ahead anyway.
Anyway, there is always a "big heater" nearby.