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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.,In his past life, although he was an unregistered and unacknowledged wandering Taoist priest, following his master around the countryside brought in a decent amount of income. Even during the worst of times, things had never been this bleak.,Until the day he crossed over, he couldn't explain why he suddenly remembered the ceremony described in the book.。