Chapter 43 Qingyuan Temple

On an old street, there were shops of various paper shops, stalls of geomancy, stops of coffins, etc., and the scent of the incense can be smelled from afar. In the deepest part of the street, there was a small Taoist courtyard. Standing in front of the Taoist Temple, Andy Ye looked up at the plaque with the words Qingyuan Temple, with a little nostalgia in his eyes. He was kicked out of Ye family eight years ago and lived here for three months. Those three months were the happiest time in his...