All was silent at the southern gates temple at the feet of the imperial city. In fact, it was slightly lonely. The taoist priests and nuns walked along the streets silently, occasionally raising their heads to look at the young taoist before lowering their heads quickly.
The young taoist had a yellow oil paper umbrella under his arm. His expression was placid and warm. He was the eldest disciple of the Tang Master of Nation, He Mingchi. Everyone in the temple knew that He Mingchi was a good-natured man. However, they knew that the discussion within the hall must have been very important to have someone of his status visit. Nobody dared to bother him.
In the depth of the taoist temple laid two cushions on the dark wooden floors. Master of Nation, Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se who sat across him and said, "Senior Brother, that person should be heading towards Chang'an."