A Little Taoist Temple

Ruined walls bathed in the setting sun, and even what is broken can be made whole! ‘Your name is Wang Da? That’s hilarious!’ ‘I, Li Lingyue, shouldn’t have had to take this path!’ ‘Woof, woof, woof! Awooo~’ ‘Master, Little Fugui wants lots and lots of flatbreads!’ ‘Master, run... quickly!’ ‘Daoist Wang~ Thank you.’ ‘Wang Da, you can’t let Xiaoman down!’ ‘My husband, I was content with this life...’ Wang Da, lying in his wicker chair, had lately been dreaming of the past again and again. Looking back on his life, the people he wanted to protect had left him, and he had failed to keep the promise he made to his master. Gazing at the grave beside him, he murmured, Xiaoman, I’m coming to join you~ On the cliff, the gale howled, and Little Fugui’s robes snapped in the wind. His body looked so small in the shadow cast by the golden-scaled dragon, yet he stubbornly stood tall. Sweat soaked the strands of hair on his forehead, sticking them to his pale cheeks, but his eyes shone brighter than ever. “I defy the heavens. Why should I fear wind and snow!” “Master, was it like this for you back then, too?” The locust blossoms fell into the mud...