At midnight, the wind and snow suddenly became violent.
The gate of Fengyang Temple, which was once very popular, was closed and the lights were dim. The last old Taoist priest, carrying a bag and supported by a Taoist child, walked out of the gate of Fengyang Temple.
After walking a few steps, the Taoist boy looked back reluctantly and said sadly: "Master, has something happened in the temple? Why are you sending us somewhere else? I see the abbot hasn't packed his things, is he not leaving..."
The old Taoist stretched out his skinny and rough fingers and tremblingly gathered his raincoat.
A biting cold wind rushed in from the forest, blowing away the old Taoist's low sigh: "Nothing happened...it's just that someone finally doesn't want to live on his knees anymore."
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