A young Taoist priest came to the town. He was eloquent and good at writing. He was also very good at observing people's emotions. The ladies in the waiting room couldn't help but lift up the curtains to take a peek when the sedan passed by his stall.
Three thousand miles to the east, three thousand miles to the south, three thousand miles to the west, and three thousand miles to the north. The horse-faced king holds a skull staff in his right hand and a Shike seal in his left hand. He wears a five-skull crown on his head and a necklace with fifty human heads hanging around his neck. He leads a purple fox into the mortal world.
Wang Zhaojun recalled that Emperor Han, no matter how little Taoist priests made up lies, he could not get rid of the fortune in the hands of the horse-faced King Ming.
Intention: Why are ordinary people not worthy of changing their lives?