Qin Luo strolled around the city under a black umbrella.

There were many refugees in the city, but the order was stable. There was a Buddhist temple in the city that provided free rice porridge to the refugees, and there were long queues in front of the porridge stalls.

As Qin Luo passed by the porridge shop, a gaunt old monk saw him. The old monk came up to Qin Luo, put his hands together, bowed, and said, "Benefactor, is there any unfulfilled wish you have?"

Qin Luo smiled and nodded, "There are many."

The old monk smiled and said, "When I was discussing Taoism with Master Qi of Xundao Temple, he said that water overflows when it is full, the moon wanes when it is full, and the way of heaven is to abhor fullness. True perfection is not perfect. Benefactor, why not let go of your attachments and start anew?"

"I have learned a lot from you."

Qin Luo smiled and bowed, indicating that he had previously advised the old monk who was about to pass away to let go of his obsessions; perhaps this was the cause and effect.

The old monk, with a kind face and a hoarse voice, said, "I hope you can find your way back."

"The way we came from".

Qin Luo murmured softly, then said with a firm look in his eyes, "Thank you for the reminder, senior. I will find my way back."

The old monk watched Qin Luo disappear into the crowd.

When Qin Luo walked into the city, he saw a temple. There were temples all over the Chu Kingdom.

There were many children in the temple. Qin Luo walked into the temple with an umbrella. He saw the statue of the goddess enshrined in the temple. She was a beautiful goddess with a pair of wings. A little girl tilted her head and asked, "Big brother, why are you still holding an umbrella?"

Qin Luo smiled and replied, "I'm used to it."

"May I ask who this goddess is?"

"He is Shao Siming, our guardian deity, and you don't even recognize him?"

"We'll get to know each other later."

The little girl pouted and said, "You're so strange. I'm going to tell Sister Ji."

Watching the little girl run into the depths of the temple, Qin Luo smiled. He turned and left the temple. After leaving the temple, he saw a familiar figure on the street.

A middle-aged man wearing a straw hat sat drinking in a tavern on the street. He was dressed in tattered clothes, and a group of children surrounded him, listening to him tell stories.

P.S.: Thank you for the invitation to the brothel and the gift of the "Master" certification. Thank you for your support, brothers. Thank you for all the gifts. Updates have been a bit slow. I apologize for your support, brothers. I am guilty.