In front of the mist-shrouded Shaoshi Mountain Gate, a rich and handsome middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands. His dark jade-like eyes were bottomless, looking into the distance casually, not knowing what he was thinking about. The wind in the hunting mountain made his white clothes rustle, but he didn't notice it at all. It wasn't until a young novice monk in his twelfth or thirteen years old approached that he regained his consciousness.
"Almsgiver Dugu, Master Fangzheng invites you." The little novice monk raised his hand and saluted, and said respectfully.
The man in white, who was called Dugu Donor, nodded and smiled slightly, and walked towards the temple on the mountain under the guidance of the little novice monk. The seemingly endless mountain steps actually reached the top after a few ups and downs. The three characters "Shaolin Temple" popped up in front of their eyes. The man smiled again and followed the little novice's lead to a mountain plank corridor. The little novice who led the way saluted again, "Donor Dugu, please wait a moment. The master will be here soon."
The man in white also raised his hand in front of his chest in return and said nothing. Standing in the corridor and looking far into the distance, waiting for people to come.