The seal is broken, and the things in the mountain are coming out. Grandpa vomited blood, and the fifteen-year-old mountain boy stood at the entrance of the cave, took out the "Fragrance Step" with one foot, and the natural fragrant roots lit up in his palms, and invited Grandma Hu Santa.
From then on, the poor boy embarked on a road that his grandfather walked for forty years and his father walked for twenty years and never came back. Five great immortals, Guoshan Hall, Zhenling Mountain, and Laoxianggen. Hei Po was watching in the dark. No one was willing to tell her whereabouts of her father, and no one was willing to mention her mother's affairs.
The drum is in your hand, the incense root is in your palm, and the road is under your feet. No matter how dark the road is, step on it and make it brighter.
