Along the long pavilion road, the scholar trees were a vibrant green and the willows were hazy like mist. Only the regret of a hurried departure made the long road a reminder of their parting. Endless sorrow made a single day feel as long as a year, leaving one to wonder how to endure it.
"Suolong Temple, my lord, we have arrived." A subordinate dressed in black glanced at Jiang Qianyue and retreated respectfully to the temple gates.
Jiang Qianyue looked up at the dilapidated plaque. This place really hadn't changed at all. Not a single soul could be seen in the secluded courtyard. As dusk was now approaching, the temple stood in silent stillness, like a deserted and desolate lonely mountain. The courtyard was secluded and shaded by green pines and breeze, while the melodious chanting of the Buddha drifted back into dreams.
Chapter 75