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.,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.,The old man's obsession, he originally didn't believe it. What year is it now, still believing in the practice of "receiving a talisman and ascending to immortality"。