Inside the Taoist temple, in a simple and crude small house, Monk Mian Rong was waiting with his master.

  His master looked extremely old, with a shriveled face full of deep wrinkles, and even his eye sockets were deeply sunken, like a desiccated corpse that craved human flesh.

  The Taoist priest Mo Ran will become a Daoist, which originated from his encounter with a mudslide in his early years. More than ten years ago, there was still a small village here, the village was built at the foot of the mountain, and the people inside relied on going up the mountain to hunt for a living, that is, relying on the mountain to eat the mountain.

  Their family was a part of this small village, his father hunted, his mother farmed and raised livestock, while he followed a group of older kids running around. At that time, his greatest wish was for his father to take him to the city once, to play the legendary monster-fighting game that Zhang Dogzi had bragged about (it was actually just a Game Boy).

  When he was seven years old, his parents discussed and thought that they should send him to the city for education. They couldn't let him live in this remote place all his life like them, being the lowest class of people forever.

  When his father told him the news, he was excited for several days and lost sleep for several nights. He even thought that when he returned from the city and taught Zhang Er Gouzi and others about the things in the city, they would look at him with an envious expression.

  Just as he had imagined, his father had prepared many new and strange things that he had never seen before. For example, a foldable pencil case, various cartoon erasers (the kind that turned black when erased), and that square-shaped school bag.

  He took them to the village every day to show off, and Zhang Ergou and others were so angry that they chased him every day, but he was not tired of it. Finally, on the day of departure, many people in the village came to see him off, and at that time, he felt very proud of himself, and Zhang Ergou and others must have been furious.

  His father drove the donkey cart away slowly, and the figures in the distance became increasingly blurred. But he felt that the sky above had suddenly changed its appearance, his heart was more and more depressed, his nose was sour, and there was a bit of excitement before.

  He regretted it and cried out to his father that he wanted to go back, but before his father could steady the car, a deafeningly loud explosion came from afar.

  The loud noise drowned out his sobs, and also covered up the sparkling eyes of his father.

  "Hey Ono, listen to daddy, stay here and don't move, I'll go take a look."

  At this point, he could clearly hear his father's voice trembling and choking, and his father's eyes were becoming moist.

  He stared blankly at his father's receding back until it completely disappeared. From then on, he never appeared again.

  He waited and waited, for three whole days, but still couldn't wait for his father. During this time, he saw white cars whizzing by his side, as well as flashing red lights and ear-piercing sirens.

  He finally couldn't withstand the hunger and cold anymore, and fainted.

  When he woke up again, he appeared in this Taoist temple and saw a face full of worry. He still remembers the first sentence his master said to him after waking up:

  "Kid, the village you were in was buried by a mudslide. You're lucky to have escaped with your life. The police are outside right now. Are you going to go with them or continue staying here with me?"

  After listening, he cried out and nodded in agreement without asking why the village was gone. Later, as he grew older, he came to know that the mountain originally had little vegetation, and what little there was had been cut down by people from the foot of the mountain over the years. Additionally, several heavy rains had fallen in recent days, resulting in a mudslide.

  The whole village had more than a hundred households, but anyone who didn't leave the village that day was crushed to death by the mudslide.

  His parents were gone, and he naturally couldn't go to school anymore. Although he was still young at that time and didn't understand many things, such a thing was enough to make him silent for a long time.

  During this time, his master kept comforting him and gave him a lot of care like parents. In this way, he gradually opened up his heart knot.

  His master also accepted him as a disciple at that time and began to let him learn some things related to Taoism, including memorization and introspection.

  He found it quite interesting at the time, so it wasn't difficult to learn. His master highly praised him for this. Then he got on this thieving boat and followed his master around the city, cheating people by telling them that one family had bad feng shui and another was haunted by ghosts.

  Although his IQ is not high, his EQ is not low. It's natural to see that his master is making a living, so without his master reminding him, he knows not to talk too much when doing things and follow his master's gaze.

  Every time he succeeded in deceiving someone, he would always ask one more question:

  "What you just said is true or false? Are there really ghosts in this world?"

  His master would always repeat in response:

  "Of course it's cheating them, but ghosts should exist, otherwise my ancestors are cheating me."

  Every time he hears his master say this, he secretly scolds him as a cheat in his heart. He inexplicably resents such things, but for the sake of making a living, he can only continue.

  When he grew older, he finally realized a problem - where did the money his master had cheated people out of all these years go? After careful calculation, it was also a considerable income. Exorcising evil spirits, selecting auspicious days, naming, divination, doing rituals... However, their lives were still very poor.

  Later he ran to ask his master, and his master just said coolly:

  "It's been donated."

  He didn't say anything at the time, but in his heart he cursed: "Damn it!"

  This is a turning point, because in the following days, his master would often conduct inhumane brainwashing on him. Such as good will be rewarded and evil will be punished, usually doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, helping others for joy, can make money but must not harm people...

  It was at this time that his master cultivated his personality of worrying about heaven.

  He actually likes such days, although when he can't sleep, he will be melancholy and hurt, with red eyes, carefully recalling his parents.

  As he grew older, his master's age also increased, although he still looked robust, but those eyes were not as sharp as before. He also gradually took over the business, following his master's instructions, "doing good deeds" with the money earned, more than half of it was donated.

  He became a lone wanderer, a hermit master in the eyes of outsiders, and also gave himself a Buddhist name, Zanglan Fashi. This name has some self-mocking meaning, and is also a satire on the decadent life of city people.

  He thought that the days that followed would belong to him, and his master wouldn't interfere with anything. But one day, his master suddenly became flustered and panicked, as if he had found out something terrible.

  The master gave him a book with many strange symbols recorded on it, and instructed him to memorize the contents of the book and be able to draw each symbol.

  He thought it was inexplicable at the time and jokingly asked his master if he was the treasure of the town, but his master did not answer him. He just repeatedly reminded him to remember the content in the book and understand the symbols on the painting.

  Not only that, but his master also had to test him every day. In the process, he noticed that his master didn't actually know the content himself and would have to check the book when testing him.

  In fact, his master's things had been turned over countless times, including the pillow and under the bed. These details were not overlooked, but he had never seen this book before. Moreover, if such a thing really existed, his master would have taken it out long ago and wouldn't wait until now to take it out for him to remember.

  What's even stranger is yet to come, because in the time that followed, his master would accompany him on outings and he could truly feel that the atmosphere was much heavier than before.

  He didn't think much of it at first, after all, his master was getting old and it's inevitable that his personality would become a bit eccentric. It wasn't until that day that he found out the reason behind everything.

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