Blockade Across the Board

The Qingming rain in April... Mysterious and suspenseful villages and towns... There seems to be something, looking for... That one in yellow... Is he a Taoist priest? Or something else? Red candles, candlelight illuminates the deserted house... Is this takeout order still going to be delivered... He was trembling all over... Before he could turn around, something unexpected happened... His eyes widened... What kind of plant is this? It's actually full of cigarettes! … The body cannot move... What kind of bugs are these? Slugs? Snail? … A series of screams. Vision restored. The old men were whispering to him... "Welcome to another world!" "Destined person, you are back after all!" "Yes, this is the ancient school of cultivation!"