The cold wind was biting, making the window lattice of the dilapidated Taoist temple creak. The young man Lin Feng crouched in the corner of the Taoist temple, looking longingly at the old Taoist priest who was wiping his peach wood sword.
The old Taoist priest was dressed in a shabby Taoist robe, his beard and hair were all white, but his face showed a hale and hearty air. He raised his eyes and looked at Lin Feng, his eyes full of helplessness and reluctance: "Feng'er, I have taught you everything I can teach you. You will have to figure out and practice the techniques of Feng Shui, fortune telling, and catching ghosts on your own in the future. I'm afraid I can't keep you in this Taoist temple."
