The story of a fake Taoist priest and a true master.
The (unconstrained) setting and beginning were given by friends, and the theme requirements were improvised using the three elements of Taoist priest, tailor and cook.
Can't catch monsters, can't fall in love.
He is not Maoshan's handsome junior brother, nor is he an expert with immortal demeanor.
He doesn't know how to use magic talismans and wooden swords, he can only thread needles and threads.
It's just a random writing, please forgive me if it doesn't conform to actual common sense.
Purpose: Praise for the spirit of self-reliance and self-improvement and the detached feeling of not taking things for granted and not taking sorrow for yourself.