At noon, when the yang energy is at its peak, the two caravans stopped at the foot of an unremarkable green mountain.
Qin Yao's family thought that the Qingyun Temple, which Uncle Qi mentioned, serving vegetarian meals so good that it must be an imposing palace standing amidst the mountains.
However, in reality, there was no palace, only a few wooden huts.
There were no flat stone steps leading up the mountain, only a rugged mountain path.
Qin Feng jumped off his horse, strode to the front of Qin Yao's family's carriage, and pointed to the moss-covered stone tablet by the roadside, "The entrance to Qingyun Temple is here; we need to walk up the mountain, it'll take about a quarter of an hour."
"I've sent word to the Daoists on the mountain ahead of time, you all can follow me up the mountain to the temple for a meal."
Qin Yao nodded, instructing Ah Wang to stay behind and watch the carriages and belongings, and later let Yin Le help him bring the meal down.
