"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. There was an old Taoist priest in the temple, and there were a group of old Taoist priests. It is said that this old monk was elusive and had lived for an unknown number of years. And this young monk was the younger brother of our holy mother's compatriot. He was supposed to be our holy king. I think back then..."
A low-pitched woman's voice came in urgently: "What nonsense are you talking to your child again? Be careful with your head!"
The man shrunk his neck, hugged the ignorant child tightly in his arms, and silenced himself urgently.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
