Hearing the voice coming from in front of him, the young and handsome Taoist priest's hands trembled.
A few copper coins suddenly fell.
There seemed to be a flash of indescribable surprise on his face, but it quickly disappeared. Then he followed the sound and raised his head slightly.
The young Taoist priest had shoulders as sharp as a knife and a back as thin as bamboo or pine. Even though he was just sitting on a piece of rough gray linen, he still had an upright and dignified air of being out of this world. He was very different from the chaotic and bustling city around him, yet he integrated into the city naturally without any rejection.
It was noon.
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