Five Rams Slope.
The Grand Monk and the young monk had wandered in the mountains for quite some time.
It was just noon, and neither felt tired, but the young monk was too lazy to continue.
It was time for a nap.
Coincidentally, through a gap in the mountains, not far ahead, there was a ruined house.
The young monk yawned, thinking to stay there for the night and continue the journey the next day.
"Disciple, go check that old temple. Whether there is someone or not, we'll stay for the night."
"Master, that's not a temple. It's a Taoist Temple."
"No worries, it's all the same. Go on."
"Oh."
The Taoist Temple wasn't big, with only one entrance. There were no statues in the shrine, but the roof was intact, and there was firewood piled up in the corner for travelers to use.
"Disciple, tidy up this Taoist Temple, I'll go have a look around."
The young monk walked out of the Taoist Temple, squinting as he examined the geomancy of the area.
