In the blink of an eye, Lu Qing had already been living in Shanqing Temple for almost a month.
The Qi Yun Mountain People who took him in that day generally didn't pay much attention to him, only coming daily to check his pulse and then having someone deliver the prepared medicine to him at the right time.
Like this, Lu Qing gradually gained strength from initially being as weak as a thread, not only able to sit up but also to get out of bed, walk outside, although still emaciated, yet his eyes showed more spirit.
He was arranged to stay in a secluded courtyard, not living with other Daoists. Few people came by, and it was particularly quiet. While others might find it boring, Lu Qing felt very much at ease.
That day, it was raining lightly outside. After drinking his medicine, with nothing to do, Lu Qing moved a chair to the corridor, sitting there watching the rainwater falling from the eaves.
