Journey to the West from Chang'an

There is a little Taoist priest on Kunlun Mountain who sweeps the floor, cuts firewood, and sells peace charms for five yuan a piece every day. Until one day, a middle-aged man with a weathered face climbed up the mountain. The master chatted with him all night. The next day, he gave him a letter from thirty years ago and a piece of ancient jade, and said: "Go to Shule City and find a man named Hasimu." No address, no phone, two thousand kilometers. When he went down the mountain, he first met a trafficker and beat him up; then he met a tomb robber and beat him up again; and then he discovered that what was stopping him along the way was not a person, but a net spread out from the Gobi Desert. What did his master do when he was young? And the man waiting for him behind the scenes said: "Taoist Xiao Li, let him come to Tianshan City. I'll wait for him." Is anyone still meddling in other people's business these days? Have. Those who came down from Kunlun Mountain, no matter what.