Upon entering the Taoist temple, the view suddenly opened up.
In the small courtyard stood a Twin Eyes Well. Behind it sat a stone tripod incense burner, directly facing the temple's main hall.
On the pillars flanking the main hall was an engraved couplet:
"Blessed are the green hills to bury loyal bones; battle-hardened faithful souls return and depart."
Above it were the words:
"Tonghuan Blessing Temple."
Mo Chuan's heart stirred at the sight. What Taoist temple was this? This was clearly a General's Temple!
Could Lu Fengbei have been a general in life?
While Mo Chuan surveyed the temple, the old temple master had already led the farmer into a side room.
After arranging for the child to lie down, he rummaged through all manner of herbs, boiling some and applying others, busy beyond measure.
Unable to offer much help, Mo Chuan simply went to the main hall and looked around.
The main hall was not large. It enshrined a painted clay statue of a general in armor. The offering table was utterly bare, save for a pottery bowl filled with accumulated incense ash, with a cluster of burned-out incense sticks stuck inside.
Looking around, he saw peeling, mottled plaster on the walls and dark cobwebs in the corners. It could not have been more shabby.
This did not look like a place that received offerings at all.
Without drawing attention, Mo Chuan left the main hall and stood beside the Twin Eyes Well, quietly waiting for the old temple master to treat the child.
After roughly a quarter of an hour, the child's condition finally began to stabilize.
The old temple master also breathed a sigh of relief. After giving the family a few instructions, he came into the courtyard and cupped his hands toward Mo Chuan.
"May