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!",Young Qin Hai, an orphan raised by the old Taoist priest from a young age, sighed: "Master, you chased me down the mountain again. Let me go down the mountain, and you give me some of those treasures in the Taoist temple.",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.”。