Taoist Hermit

Not everyone is born to be a fortune teller. One fateful afternoon, when I was 10 years old, I met Bald Li in an Internet cafe. This man who looked lame and blind directly introduced me, who was born with horoscopes to be a fortune teller, into the door of metaphysics. My world was turned upside down. Behind the daily sunshine, a dark world was ready to stir. This is a struggle that has lasted for 40,000 years, with only one theme: the true meaning of Xuan Dao. As the saying goes, there are three thousand roads that lead to the same destination. In the years that followed, I saw evil cultivators who did not hesitate to pursue their ambitions at all costs, the tragedy of losing their souls because of their obsession, and I also saw the Taoist hermits who truly secluded themselves from the court. So where is my own way? This is a really hard question to answer.