The first time I saw him was at Qingming Festival. It was strange to say that the sky had been clear and clear for the past few days, but it rained heavily that day. There were not many people on the street at this time. I took shelter from the rain under the pavilion and looked at the stone bridge not far away. I saw a man suddenly appear from mid-air holding a white oil-paper umbrella with bamboo painted on it. He was dressed in white and patted the raindrops. His posture and shape looked like an immortal coming out of a storybook. When he landed, I blurted out: "Immortal Lord." He turned around when he heard the voice, smiled at me, then turned around and walked away.
Purpose: Healing