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After swallowing these two pills, the slovenly Daoist Priest no longer paid attention to me. Instead, he coiled his legs around the lid of the toilet bowl, placed his hands on his knees and formed a strange hand seal. He closed his eyes like a scholar and sat down, as if he was sleeping, and even let out a regular breath.

I didn't know what he was doing, so I didn't dare to disturb him