The Path of Evil Is Unpredictable

Lian Yao arrived at Taixu Temple one evening. Walk up the long stone steps step by step. Above the spectacular stone gate, the vigorous and simple three words "Taixu Guan" carry a strong sense of history. The pines and cypresses on Shangqing Peak are green, and the boulders are jagged, reflecting the Taoist archway. It looks like a pure place for immortals to practice. The sun has already crossed the top of the mountain, and only the golden light is shining down. Many years later, Lian Yao could no longer remember how he felt facing this new environment at that time, but he still often dreamed of how brilliant the golden light passing through the ancient pines was in the sky above Taixu Temple on this day.