Taoist Priest First Matures

The master ran away. Lu Li squatted on the threshold, half a fried dough stick in his mouth, and spoke vaguely. The early morning sunlight leaked through the gaps in the dilapidated eaves and fell on the bluestone floor, creating crooked spots of light. There was an indescribable smell permeating the yard - it was cinnabar, mixed with the burnt smell from the burning incense candles last night, and a little bit of old musty smell. As soon as Lu An stepped into the yard, he stepped on something soft under his feet. He lowered his head and saw that it was a piece of talisman paper. Half of the ghost talismans were drawn on the yellow paper. The cinnabar ink had not yet dried and rubbed sticky on the soles of the shoes. He frowned and rubbed the talisman paper off with his toes. The talisman paper was stuck to the bluestone and was wrinkled by the dew. Master ran away? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.