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In the early morning of late autumn, the mist had yet to dissipate entirely. Within Gailiu County town, wisps of smoke were already rising from hearths, and faintly, one could hear murmurs of voices.,In the small courtyard, all the apprentices fell silent. Li Yuan lowered his head, his face ashen.,As an out-of-favor wandering Taoist priest, after his master left, he couldn't even make a living from village weddings and funerals. He had no choice but to change careers and opened a small supermarket in his hometown county. Though he wasn't wealthy, at least it was peaceful.。