Feng Xiuye got into the car with the eight-armed and eight-eyed woodcarving and said an address. The driver immediately drove there, familiar with the road.
Going on the expressway, off the expressway, and on the mountain road, driving for more than two hours.
Originally, Feng Xiuye sat in the back seat and put the wooden sculpture aside, but his eyes always wanted to glance at it unconsciously, and then couldn’t help but think of the crooked eight-armed and eight-eyed weird in the dream, so he ended up simply. The coat was taken off and put on the bread.
Feng Xiuye breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the inconspicuous Taoist temple outside through the car window, picked up the wooden sculpture wrapped in clothes and got out of the car.
The trail doesn’t seem to be full of incense, and it can even be said to be very deserted. It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, and no pilgrim is seen, and no one at the door responds.
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