On the outskirts of the capital city, the grass was lush and warblers were frolicking.
At the roadside tea house, guests came and went continuously. A Taoist nun in a long robe, her face veiled in a blue scarf, arrived on a donkey, attracting lots of attention.
Even after joining the Taoist Sect and being accompanied by a green lamp, she couldn't hide her elegant and otherworldly temperament.
"What would you like, dear customer?"
The waiter quickly pulled out a table and led the Taoist nun to it.
"Shopkeeper, I remember there was a big blue stone in this tea house. Where did it go?" Instead of ordering anything, the nun asked countenancingly.
"You have an excellent memory. That blue stone was already moved away ten years ago." The shopkeeper looked at the nun and revealed a hint of curiosity.
More than twenty years ago, it was his grandfather who managed this tea house.
