Outside Wanling City's small Taoist Temple, no one had visited today either.
Lv Chun had long since become used to this; although Jiangnan Road was full of beautiful mountains and waters, the Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands of the Taoists had long been occupied. Those places could be called thriving with incense burning endlessly, with good men and faithful women coming and going continuously. In places like his, not starving to death was already the best outcome.
The Taoist Temple housed only two people.
He had to do all the chores by himself, including sweeping, washing clothes, and cooking.
The Master, who had seemed like an Immortal when they first met and who had pulled him back from the brink of death, had lately only been dazed all day, as if possessed by a demon. She said nothing when asked, only mentioning that she was fishing. But what fish could there be in this small pond?
To say it was a pretense to attract pilgrims didn't make sense either.
