The ten-year-old Mo, like a little adult, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it," then took out several talismans from the storage bag behind him. He handed them to the chubby kid along with white paper and red ink.,Only the lowly itinerant cultivators, having no one to rely on, live in poverty and have little hope of attaining enlightenment.,The ink painting depicted a youthful face with a hint of bitterness.。