Although the days were filled with anxiety, life went on.
Especially as the Daoist family emphasizes a Natural Daoist Skill, governing through non-action, the spiritual lives of the master and apprentice were notably rich.
However, a southern developer arrived in town a few days ago and, after a site inspection, applied to the government to allocate a piece of land for building a modern residential area.
The little Daoist Temple was astonishingly included in the plan.
The old Daoist wouldn't agree, as this place was his lifetime's work, so no matter who came or what they said, he disagreed.
The developer was relentless, repeatedly unable to reach an agreement, so the demolition words on the walls and door were the final warning.
It should be known that developers are ruthless, especially in China, where they don't take Saint Emperor Guan seriously.
The old Daoist himself was frail due to old age and had fallen seriously ill two years ago. Yesterday, he had a sleepless night.
