This is a world spoiled by travelers. There are Confucianism, Buddhism, and martial arts, but there is no Taoism! The young man stepped into a mountain temple, where several foxes were reciting Tang poems. The young man is calm and composed: I passed this mountain on a poor road, just to ask for immortals, I don’t know how many of them are my fellows? With one sentence, the forbidden world that has been silent for three hundred years wakes up, and the dilapidated stone statue of the mountain god opens its eyes in vain: What a Xunxian asked, let me ask you, what is Tao? The young man smiled: I am Tao! It's a demon, you must run after you finish playing! Reader exchange + VIP book friend group: 450416188 (full subscription is required), ordinary group 1: 392767347, ordinary group 2: 1030301711