Wang Daoxuan stuck his head out and looked around.
"Keep going forward, I remember there's an abandoned temple..."
......
The evening sky was as dark as ink, the rain had eased slightly but turned into a misty drizzle, clinging to their clothes and hard to shake off.
On the left side of the official road ahead, a small overgrown path appeared, half-hidden behind crooked locust trees.
The group followed Wang Daoxuan's directions, turning left onto this wild path.
Soon, they saw the gate of a small, dilapidated temple, half-collapsed and embedded within crumbling walls.
The plaque above the gate had rotted to halfway, with only a mottled remnant of the word "Tai" visible.
"Here we are! At least it's some shelter!" Sha Lifei called out from the back.
This desolate temple wasn't large; the main hall could only accommodate two or three carriages, so they had to leave the carriages outside.
