Jiang Zhou, Qionglong Mountain.
The Spring Festival came and went, leaving behind a wet warmish weather for the regions south of the Yangtze River, which was very uncomfortable to live through. It was one of those rare lovely days today and quite a few Jiang Zhou residents had taken their entire families out for a walk in the countryside.
One of the best things about having a city in the neighborhood was that the mountain would always have a steady supply of tourists.
It was dusk time. Inside Shangzhen Temple halfway up the mountain, two priests were chatting out of boredom. They had also just returned to work from the Spring Festival break and there weren't many customers around yet.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
