The biggest obstacle emerged during the fourth month of business.
"Senior, is the couple gone?" I asked shakily.
"No, they’re threatening to call the police," he told me.
"Don’t let them! If the police come in here, they'll see Old Tao.
"Looks like we have to look for Master," he decided.
"You? Or me?" I asked.
"I’ll go. Go calm the couple down," he instructed.
I nodded.
The recycling station was just beside the temple.
It used to be a courtyard, as well as Old Tao’s home, built by our great, great, great ancestor, Master Chong Xu.
He was the one who brought Old Tao over. At seven years old, I was overjoyed by the news that Tao Tie was in our temple.
Old Tao looked nothing like an ancient beast.
It was just a big black ball. I thought it was a scam.
