The Daoist master is
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author: <br>Dog killer
When the sun was high in the sky, and the sound of hammering 'clanging' could faintly be heard from the front yard, the apprentices finally got their breakfast and had a short break.,Beer, drinks, small barbecue, air conditioning, TV, sofa, cell phone... even that master whom one misses even at the brink of death and wants to be inducted into their own sect.,Until the day he crossed over, he couldn't explain why he suddenly remembered the ceremony described in the book.。