The Daoist Temple (1)
Translator: CatABoo
It was a cold and stormy night in the midst of winter.
On the lone mountain, there was only a small, dilapidated Daoist temple, its roof covered with snow.
Outside the Daoist temple, there was a sudden knock on the door.
A young monk hurriedly jogged out of the main hall. He stepped on the snow and opened the door.
The young monk was stunned when he opened the door.
In the wind and snow, a thin old monk in a plain gray robe bowed slightly with a black iron staff in his hand. "The weather is terrible tonight. May I please rest here for the night?"
It was quite strange for a Buddhist monk to come to a Daoist temple.
"Grandmaster, you're overreacting."