Once upon a time there was a mountain. There was a gymnasium in the mountain. In the gymnasium lived a Taoist priest who knew nothing about the world. The Taoist priest could not make alchemy, make talismans, or fortune-telling. Every day when the clouds were rolling and the clouds were calming, he would only look up. Staring blankly at the sky. A young man pursued this far, threatening that he has a good relationship with this mountain, and he will not leave from now on: Young master Su Yunqi, on the top of this mountain, walk to the poor place, sit and watch When the cloud rose, you said, do you have a good relationship with this place? The Taoist was speechless, and said with a smile: My good boy, this young man said that he is destined for you. Female disciple Ling Yue raised her eyebrows without thinking: dark clouds cover the moon, it is not a good omen. Destiny is also fate.