"Did you hear? Someone died in Zhang Family Village, that smiling old Daoist."
"Really? I just saw him recently. He looked full of life. How could he be gone just like that?"
"Hmph, blame it on those damned capitalists! That demolition businessman from the south couldn't agree on terms and decided to tear down the Daoist Temple. The old Daoist Master couldn't take it, jumped into the well, and when they fished him out, he was already gone."
"Are capitalists so lawless these days? Is nobody going to do something about it?"
"Do something? Who? That's easier said than done. Those officials rely on these people for performance, and they won't bother with trivial issues, especially with the old Daoist's young disciple, it's not a big deal."
"Wait, what about the old Daoist Master's disciple? Why is there no news about him either?"
"Well, you didn't hear? He's taken the temple's money and ran off overnight. He's probably living it up somewhere now..."
