In the famine years when the land was full of hunger and death, the cliff people who had made a living by collecting herbs for generations were abandoned because of the words of fate. They traveled all the way and could not escape their fate. Whether they did not know how to swim but sank into the water or they could not tell the direction and strayed into the mountains, they all had a narrow escape. If he had believed in fate, he would have died long ago.
It was a crow that guided him in the night when the dew was thick. It was a female mouse that saved him when he was hungry and cold. When his life was hanging by a thread, he picked up a proud demon fox and led him into the road. Later, by accident, he got a smaller fox cub. He was weak and weak, and he was born with the appearance of inadequacy. Without waiting for the cold words of the big fox, he knew that he was in the wrong and willingly embarked on the road to find the fox family.
I searched all the way, cultivating land and selling medicine, selling and selling. I don't know how many years have passed but the years are here forever.
Intention: Do it knowing that you cannot do it, know that there is nothing you can do about it, and be content with it as if it were your destiny.