The birth of the divine cauldron stirs up no monks in the world. Only the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs. Looking at the vast mountains and rivers, who is comparable to shoulders? ——The protagonist stands on the street with his long hair flying, sighing, even though he is yellow and emaciated at the moment, dressed in rags, and behind him is More than a dozen people shouted such words as thief, stop!