"It is said that people have three souls and seven souls. As long as one soul is left after death, and the Yi people's resurrecting cauldron is used to nourish it for a hundred and eighty years, it can be reincarnated and cultivate into a human form. Although this human form has been cultivated, but."
"But what!" The 'young man' looked at the rigorous storyteller with a white beard in front of him and handed over a tael of silver.
"I only tell people I'm destined to talk about this book with. 'Young man,' please go."
The young man was very curious about what he said next, so he took out another taels of silver from his trouser pocket.
The storyteller looked at it and nodded with satisfaction. "It seems that you are the destined person I am looking for."
"But what? Tell me quickly."
"But, this person doesn't remember anything."
"That's all you want to say? Damn, give me back my two taels of silver." As she said this, the 'youngster' stretched out her hand and planned to grab the two taels of silver. However, with her three-legged skills, she fell down before she could touch him. "Ouch, my knees."
When the 'young man' cried out in pain, the storyteller gave her a meaningful look, flicked his sleeves, and flew away.
"You big liar! Don't let me see you next time!" The 'boy' stomped on the spot angrily. But she didn't know that she had also walked through the Soul Resurrection Cauldron.
Intention: I wish that the only person you can rely on in this life and the next is me.