Dong Sheng looked around in front of Lower Groove Clinic, and his face was full of doubt.
"Dong Sheng, why don't you go in?" A member of the neighborhood recognized Dong Sheng by his saffron robe. Although the Twelve Fountains Temple was small, it was still quite famous in the neighborhood. In the past, when the old monk still came down from the mountain, everyone in Lower Groove knew him.
After Dong Sheng bowed to greet the neighbor, he said in puzzlement, "The smell that's coming out of this place reminds me of the new year. I'm worried that I may have disturbed something."
The neighbor was stunned and also tried to sniff the air with his nose. He could not help but smile and say, "How could it be the new year? This should be the smell of steamed salted pork in wine with sautéed potatoes."