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When the sun was high in the sky, and the sound of hammering 'clanging' could faintly be heard from the front yard, the apprentices finally got their breakfast and had a short break.,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.,Beer, drinks, small barbecue, air conditioning, TV, sofa, cell phone... even that master whom one misses even at the brink of death and wants to be inducted into their own sect.。