'Hey, Li Fan, are you busy right now?'
'I'm busy. What is it? Speak.'
Li Fan was in the epiphyllum grove of Li Village digging ditches. He washed the heads, piled like hills, with elixir, sealed them with talismans, wrapped them with medicinal mud, covered them with yellow cloth, and attached two sword talismans. Holding the hair like seedlings, he planted them one by one on the ridges.
There were a total of three hundred and forty-three heads here, piled as high as a small mountain, all from those who, during the day, happened to hear his first public Taoist lecture on Taishu outside Sanyuan City and 'entered the dream' as Taishu seeds.
