The fierce wind howled through the temple, rhythmically pounding against the window lattices.
"This spring wind is unusually strong."
The little monk closed the window and said.
Since yesterday, the fierce wind had attacked the city like a wild beast; the temple roof was trembling as if it could be blown away at any moment.
"Master."
The little monk turned around and asked, "What are you looking for?"
"Almost there."
The old monk, holding a candlestick, was fumbling in a hidden compartment on the wall.
"Found it."
He quickly found a treasure box wrapped in golden cloth.
"What is this?"
The little monk walked over and asked.
"World Venerable Relics."
After saying this, the old monk handed the treasure box to the little monk: "Take it and get out of here quickly."
"Why?"
The little monk was startled.
"Someone is looking for it, and we're running out of time."
The old monk stuffed the treasure box into the little monk's hands.
