In his previous life, he had only spent two or three years learning from his mountain hermit master about things like setting up graves, performing rituals for the deceased, and assisting with difficult births.,The apprentices huddled in groups of three or four, squatting against the walls. Li Yuan sat hunched over his bowl in a corner, his shoulders aching from fatigue as he ate the steamed buns. A bitter feeling welled up within him.,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.。