In Guhuai Town, located in Shoutian Commandery, stood an abandoned temple. 

In the southern part of Ji Province, a torrential downpour had turned the green grass into a quagmire. The emerald leaves stood vertically in the rain, their vitality washed away by the rain.

The sky was a blanket of dull gray, oppressive and suffocating, as if darkness could descend at any moment.

A scholar clad in a straw raincoat and hat hurried along, clutching a bundle of books wrapped in cloth as he madly dashed through the tempest of rain.

Spotting an abandoned temple not far away, his eyes sparkled. He tightened his grip on the books and quickened his pace, sprinting toward the temple.

Huffing and puffing, the scholar closed the doors and windows. Though the temple was dilapidated, it was fortunate that it wasn’t leaking.

He unwrapped the bundle to check if the books had gotten wet. Perhaps because he had protected...