The bitter wind howled, making the window lattice of the dilapidated Taoist temple creak. The boy, Lin Feng, huddled in a corner, gazing longingly at the old Taoist priest as he wiped down a peachwood sword.
The old priest wore a shabby robe, and his hair and beard were completely white, yet his face still brimmed with vigor. He looked up at Lin Feng, his eyes full of helplessness and reluctance. “Feng’er, I’ve taught you all I can. From now on, you’ll have to study and practice the arts of feng shui, fortune-telling, and ghost-catching on your own. I’m afraid you can’t stay at this temple any longer.”
