Lin Weiran was a Taoist in a mountain temple, chopping firewood, carrying water, copying scriptures, and avoiding debts.
Everyone said that his life was cheap, that he would not live long and that his life would be in vain.
But he didn't speak. He just copied the "Fu Jing" that no one read, stroke by stroke.
Some people saw him walking under the moonlight at night, and some followed him quietly, but they were too frightened to mention it again.
Later, it was stormy and thunderous outside the mountain.
Lin Weiran looked up at the sky and said something that no one understood.
——"From today onwards, there is someone in the sky whom I want to ask about the sword."
Reader comments
Not bad, it gives people a very comfortable and bland feeling
Not bad, it gives people a very comfortable and bland feeling