The Daoist master is

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.,Over the past month, Li Yuan had thought about this question more than once, repeatedly recalling his memories from before he crossed over.,In his past life, his master, who had never been able to get into the ranks of scribes until he died, left him with half a scroll of Taoist teachings.。