Go, Go to the Human World

In March, the rain falls in the south of the Yangtze River. Yun Shu held an old oil-paper umbrella and walked on the long bluestone road. The rain wet his green preacher's robe, outlining his lean outline. The green bricks and gray tiles, the oily grass and grass, and the old stone walls are glowing with gray and black colors, which is quite a scene in the mist and rain. There were not many pedestrians on the road, and the half-open door followed his steps and was closed. He gathered up his almost tattered Taoist robe and took a wider step. "Taoist Priest, please save our village!" An old woman stopped him, her face full of anxiety, her trembling body about to kneel down, "There are monsters in the ancient temple in the back mountain, and they have already kidnapped three children!" Yun Shu helped the old woman's thin body, patted the back of her hand, and nodded in agreement. He has long been accustomed to such requests. In the past few decades, he has traveled around the world, not seeking merit, but only seeking peace of mind.