Taixujiu

The ruined monument has been standing for thousands of years, and the shadow of the road has disappeared. How much can nine grains of human fire burn the sky? On the Qingyun Mountainside, the mist is like a veil. The broken plaque hangs diagonally and reads "Taixu". The stone steps are covered with moss and the palace tiles are evergreen. Nine humble houses, half an acre of thin farmland. Roosters crow, dogs bark, and smoke curls up. The monks here don't look like gods, but like farmers. There are nine people in Taixu Sect, Xiao Miao Puppy. Sect leader: "Nine is the ultimate number, full and full——" The fourth elder interrupted: "Speak in human terms." The sect leader sneered: "I can't afford it anymore." The great elder looked at the vegetable field: "I have been practicing cultivation for one hundred and ninety-nine years and growing vegetables for one hundred and eighty years. This radish is more obedient than my apprentice. It grows when you water it and becomes stronger when you fertilize it." Protagonist: "Great Elder, there are worms on this carrot..." The great elder narrowed his eyes: "Oh? Just in time for a snack."