There is a Taoist temple in the deep mountains, but the incense has long faded. I am not talented, I am only nineteen years old, I have been a Taoist priest since I was a child. There are more than ten senior brothers above me, but the youngest one is the youngest. I am commonly known as the closed disciple. The disciples are too poor, and the senior brothers cannot bear the hardship. Fortunately, The head master was open-minded and allowed all the senior brothers to disperse. Later, three senior brothers came back after getting lost. They were all in their forties or fifties. They were favored by the master. Before his death, it was said that the master was in a small way. None of them are convinced by their qualifications, and the three senior brothers are not convinced. The sect is unfortunate, and Xiaodao is not a soft persimmon. He will never give in and fight with him. In the village at the foot of the mountain, there is a new candidate, but Xiaodao has grown smaller. The master also gave an explanation before his death and escorted him. He went to Beijing to take the exam. It was his duty to leave the world for a while, and then he would fight with his senior brothers when he came back! QQ book club group: 766900664 (ruler group) 163628634 (ordinary group)