It was Su Mianmian's first time seeing the Daoist Temple.
With her eyes widened, she curiously looked around in Su Senqi's arms. The temple's green tiles and red walls made it seem more imposing than any house in the village.
Because it was evening, there were no more worshippers coming. The visit of the Mianmian family was warmly welcomed by the Daoist priests inside the temple.
However, there were no children to be seen.
Mianmian asked cautiously, "Daddy, where are Big Zhuzi and Little Zhuzi? Didn't they come to the Daoist Temple?"
Su Senqi then inquired with Wu Chenzi.
Wu Chenzi said with a smile, "The young disciples are all in the back courtyard, and they can only come out after they have learned the rules."
After speaking, he let a younger Daoist priest lead the family to rest.
The Daoist Temple was large and planted with many bamboos. When the breeze blew, the bamboo swayed, making the environment serene.
At night, there was candlelight in the room.
