I am a Taoist priest in Cangxuan Taoist Temple. I have been stationed in this Taoist temple for hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, I have been like a silent bystander, quietly witnessing the turbulence and changes of the long river of history.
Although this Xiaoyao Taoist temple carries the weight of time, it gradually appears dilapidated under the erosion of time. On weekdays, few people care about it, and there are very few incense, as if it has been forgotten in the corner by the world.
However, the gears of fate always start turning inadvertently. Until that day, a day that seems ordinary but is destined to break this long silence...
