There are broken temples in the mountains, and there are old ways in the temples.
The old Taoist loves wine, and he also likes to brag about his absurd past events. Lin Yan, the little Taoist boy, had listened to it for seventeen years and thought it was just a dream talk with wine.
That day, the old Taoist left absurdly; until hidden behind the neat earthen wall, there was an animal skin book recording ghosts and an exorcism seal that symbolized orthodoxy.
The drunken words of the past are all cruel truths; the daily warmth is a silent guard.
The master went to a "long banquet" from which he would never return, leaving the young man with a world full of dangers and a "list" waiting to be continued.
