When he was a child, as long as you gave him a slightly straight stick, there wouldn't be a flower or grass taller than his waist within ten miles of home; stray dogs would get two whacks. If you tied a string to it, not even a tadpole in the pond would stand a chance.,So that night, Ou Yangrong used an electric motor, gears, chopsticks, and rubber to create a physical clicker. He put it and his phone on the bedside table and frantically clicked away at accumulating merit points, while he leisurely recited his vocabulary words and went to sleep listening to the Great Compassion Mantra.,But when he arrived, it was the same familiar queue, like a long dragon. He simply bypassed it and walked uphill, hoping to find another way in.。