My name was Luo Wenshan. I was a Daoist priest living in a small county town with a population of fewer than eighty thousand.
Although I could not tell fortunes like other Daoist priests, I truly knew a little Daoist magic.
What was more, I had learned a shocking secret from my master. The legendary national treasure that had vanished without a trace—the Imperial Seal that every emperor had longed for—had actually been kept in our Daoist temple all along.
This matter was highly confidential. My master only told me because I was his sole disciple.
They said the Imperial Seal represented a portion of Huaxia's fortune. No matter how I thought about it, it felt rather unbelievable.
After all, even the paint on the temple's statues was nearly gone, and we often did not have enough to eat.
When people saw how rundown our temple was, they would not come to burn incense or make offerings.
I had also asked my master: since we had cultivated some abilities, even if we could not overturn rivers and seas, we could at least deal with bandits and robbers, take some ill-gotten money, repair the temple, and improve our daily meals.
But after hearing that, my master gave me a beating.
He warned me not to harbor greed and to cultivate diligently. Perhaps one day, I would attain enlightenment.
The days passed. I grew up, but my master became nothing more than a lonely grave.
Following the orders my master had left behind, I cultivated honestly every day. With the skills I possessed, even the local bullies who had their eyes on the temple were no match for me.
The outside world grew increasingly chaotic. Warlords fought one another, and the common people suffered!
I took in several disciples. They were all