Chapter 64:
Nanzhou has many mountains.
Among the various mountain ranges, the Qingming Mountain range to the west of Yan City is the most famous, with the towering Qingming Peak reaching into the sky. The Qingyun Temple on the mountain is flourishing, with a constant stream of incense-burning visitors.
However, what Qiao Canxue arrived at was not the famous Qingyun Temple, but a small Taoist temple at the foot of Qingming Mountain to the south.
The owner of this small Taoist temple, named Lingling Taoist Priest, was a plump and kind-hearted nun.
Although the temple was small and had fewer worshippers than the famous Qingyun Temple, Lingling Taoist Priest was still respected by the passing pilgrims.
Lingling Taoist Priest has been in a very good mood lately.
Recently, a person she had been waiting for for many years came to this small Taoist temple.
"Canxue, the last time I saw you, you were just a little child. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and you have finally arrived here."
"Only waited for ten years, it’s nothing. For us practitioners, ten years is just a fleeting moment. It’s our destiny to meet like this…"