"Master, Master!"
Early in the morning, the small Taoist Child sweeping Xushou Temple came rushing in, "Many court officials have come down the mountain; I don't know where they're heading."
"Noisy..."
The Daoist, who was meditating, slightly raised his eyelids, "This is the outskirts of the Capital City; what's so strange about the court officials coming here? Don't panic over nothing."
But the small Taoist was still anxious, pointing outside the door, "No, they're carrying the National Guardian Stele!"
"What?!"
The Daoist couldn't hold back any longer and ran out of the temple in a few steps, looking down from the cloud platform.
He saw a procession in the valley with banners fluttering and strict honors, bright armored horsemen leading the way, palace attendants in splendid clothes riding spirited horses, proceeding majestically to the west.
