Bai Yujun stood before the main hall's doors.
The stone structure was so old it had warped slightly, with traces of repair in several places. It could not be helped; throughout its long history, there had inevitably been fools who stirred up wars. Flames of war had destroyed countless precious buildings. Some could be repaired and restored, but far more had vanished forever.
Seeing deep and shallow scars of blades and axes on the walls, she raised a hand, wanting to smooth them away, but could not.
She shook her head and looked up to read the stone inscriptions on either side of the main entrance.
"The hall opens in daylight, swept by the arriving wind..."
"The gate reaches dusk, sealed by clouds of their own accord..."
She smiled faintly. At a Daoist Temple, one could always sense true carefree freedom, something difficult to describe in words.
Stepping over the threshold into the main hall, she cupped her hands and bowed. After taking a turn around the hall, she left again. There were not many Daoists in the temple. Their lives were austere, yet natural and simple. Bai Yujun found it quite satisfactory; she could rest here awhile and wander at leisure.
She found a smooth stone and lay down upon it, pillowing her head on her hands as she leisurely watched the sea of clouds.
Bai Yujun felt that, as a divine beast with an endless lifespan, one that nearly had neither beginning nor end, it was better to take all things in stride. Anything she could not let go of, she would simply destroy at its root.
Fat Tiger lay beside her. Though he did not understand what his boss was doing, it looked awfully impressive.
Pilgrims and visitors stood at a distance, whispering among themselves. Once the