The Years When My Master and I Traveled Around

My father and Aunt Li were killed by bandits when I was twelve years old. The village chief asked me to deliver things and leave the village. Then Jiang Peng took me to Guangxi to meet the local Taoist priests and accept me as a disciple. Later, because of the war, I left the Taoist temple where I had lived for seven years and became a disciple. My father was observing things while he was wandering around. Things along the way were breaking my traditional view of the world, such as ghosts breaking walls, burying coffins, mystical skills, and breaking Feng Shui... Everything the master said made me feel fantasy, but it was a reality I had to accept.