Chapter 274: Zhaoye City
The Daoist walked steadily from west to east, leaning on his bamboo staff. The jujube-red horse silently followed, carrying their luggage.
Beside him, the little girl also held a bamboo staff, hers much thinner than the Daoist’s.
She ran ahead, holding her staff high. Tied to the top was a slender grass string, and fastened to the string was a small white cloth about the size of a cat’s paw. As she ran, the wind caught the cloth, making it flutter and spin. It looked less like a piece of cloth and more like a butterfly.
The butterflies of the grasslands, as simple-minded as they were, seemed to believe it was indeed a butterfly. They began to follow the white cloth, soon forming a neat line trailing behind it.
The little girl ran, waving her staff, the cloth fluttering.
Behind her stretched a long, orderly line of butterflies.
When she had run far enough, she turned in a wide circle across the grasslands before running back. Passing behind the Daoist and the jujube-red horse, she then continued forward again, as if tireless.
“Daoist priest, look!”
“Hmm.”