In his previous life, he had only spent two or three years learning from his mountain hermit master about things like setting up graves, performing rituals for the deceased, and assisting with difficult births.,A fat man wielding a large spoon kicked a gray-clad apprentice to the ground with one foot, his cheeks jiggling as he did so:,Over the past month, Li Yuan had thought about this question more than once, repeatedly recalling his memories from before he crossed over.。