The adolescent palpitations caused Zhu Yuping to also grow fond of the opposite sex, specifically a guiding Daoist priest in his thirties. That priest carried an air of great dignity and had a sunny face, looking like an immortal master. No wonder the young maiden admired him to the extreme.
The three of them sat cross-legged on straw mats atop the Daoist sect's long stones. The young Daoist pointed out various doctrines there, holding a Daoist scripture in his hand and speaking until the surrounding clouds billowed and surged, leaving me strangely astonished.
This made it clear that his attainments in Daoist magic were far beyond my imagination.
Who were these three people?
The female lay Buddhist Zhang Ziyi, and the walking corpse artisan Zhu Yuping! There was also a very familiar young maiden, though I did not know where I had seen her.
The female lay Buddhist kept her eyes straight ahead, her gaze never leaving the Daoist teachings as her face was written full of earnestness. Zhu Yuping gathered her gaze, however, nailing it onto the young Daoist. Her appreciation and adoration had long since leaked out.
The young maiden was quite amusing instead; she propped her chin on one hand while her eyeballs rolled around erratically. Although her appearance was not the most outstanding among the three, that spiritual nature was incomparably natural, letting anyone see at a glance that she was sprite-like and eccentric, and particularly clever.
It was Grandma!
My gaze trembled with excitement, and tears couldn't help but fall drop by drop. So when Grandma was young, she had also studied here.
Both the female lay Buddhist and Zhu Yuping wore the same dark Daoist robes. Grandma was different, however, dressed in a simple, unadorned white gown that fully displayed her casual nature.
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