The Daoist master is

Li Yuan's heart was filled with resentment, but his hands didn't dare to slow down. He could only sigh that he had "awakened" too late. When he woke up, he had already been "sold" to the "Blacksmith Shop".,The apprentices huddled in groups of three or four, squatting against the walls. Li Yuan sat hunched over his bowl in a corner, his shoulders aching from fatigue as he ate the steamed buns. A bitter feeling welled up within him.,Beer, drinks, small barbecue, air conditioning, TV, sofa, cell phone... even that master whom one misses even at the brink of death and wants to be inducted into their own sect.。