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.",Qin Hai chuckled thinking about the antique artifacts from throughout history in Dao Guan. From small trinkets to large vases, everything was a treasure. Who would have thought that a master wearing a tattered Taoist robe would be hiding so much wealth,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.”。