The overcast sky showed no sign of clearing, and rain dripped steadily from the eaves of the Mountain God Temple...
After cultivating, he listened to rain tapping the window lattice, drank tea to moisten his throat, and breathed in a subtle fragrance that seeped into his lungs.
Wind and rain gathered in the tea, hidden amid clouds and water.
Old Ox lit the incense he had prepared.
As the saying went: to learn the art of ascending to heaven in broad daylight, seek it in burning incense and listening to rain.
With this fine rain lending its aid, the leisurely pleasure of burning incense took on an even deeper poetic charm.
"Old Ox, go over there to shit. That reeks~"
"Moo!"
Li Ping'an was just about to drink his tea when-well, good grief.
Why was it rice wine?
Old Ox called out from the darkness: they were out of tea leaves; all they had was rice wine.
All right, then~
He really had nothing to do with elegance.
"Old Ox, that stinks. What did you eat?"
Just then, the temple door was shoved open from outside with a bang~
With his quiet cultivation disturbed, Li Ping'an felt rather helpless.
Two figures rushed into the temple.
"Senior Sister, are you all right?"
"...I'm fine. It didn't follow us, did it?"
The two were none other than Xuan Ruo and Wen Ruohai, the two Chaolong Temple disciples Li Ping'an had met in Shang County.
"No."
There was not even a fire in the temple, so Wen Ruohai lit one.
Only then, by the firelight, did he discover that someone else was actually inside.
Wen Ruohai jumped, only now realizing that the other person was the blind erhu player they had met on the road earlier.
"It's you!?"
Li Ping'an smiled. "We meet