On a small hill to the north of Yenan City, an old man with white hair and eyebrows under a tattered Taoist robe was dragging a young man by the ear. As he dragged him forward, he cursed angrily: "You rascal! Your birth chart has many sub-duan positions, and your heavenly stems are dominated by water. You're either a monk or a scoundrel! If you refuse to become a Daoist priest, then go down the mountain and join the ranks of the three teachings and nine streams! Go steal sugarcane from other people's fields for me!",The old Taoist priest cursed and swore, but the young man with his ear being pulled was surprisingly handsome. Although he wore plain cloth garments and ordinary cloth shoes, his eyes were exceptionally lively, rolling around constantly.,The old Daoist, upon hearing this, puffed up his beard and glared: “You think too highly of yourself! That’s the Taoist temple’s business. You’ve learned facial expressions from me, learned to see through things from those practices, and you’re still not satisfied Alright, as long as you go down the mountain, I’ll tell you one thing.”。