Clatter clatter clatter!
Ding Ling, Zhang Zhongjing, and their group walked up the mountain path, climbing the steps and disappearing into the greenery. Moments later, they appeared at the entrance of the Daoist Temple.
In front of the entrance, many people were queuing, and a steady stream of people was exiting the temple.
As the Great Sun hung high.
The weather turned pleasant.
More and more people came to the temple seeking medical treatment.
The place was bustling, nothing more than this.
Under Zhang Zhongjing's leadership, Ding Ling and the others bypassed various queues and entered the temple.
This scene naturally drew dissatisfaction from many people.
But seeing a Daoist Child leading Ding Ling and the others deeper into the temple, many couldn't help but be puzzled and whispered among themselves, all speculating about the identity of these people from the mountain's foot who were receiving such careful attention from the temple's master.
