"Master," the young apprentice cautiously said, "Perhaps we should bury him, or else when the snow melts, it'll start to stink."
The old Daoist was surprisingly moved, "You're much better than your senior brother. That little rascal used to try to boss me around."
"Come, let's go have a look first."
The apprentice nodded repeatedly and followed behind the old Daoist as they went outside.
...
Not long after, the old Daoist frowned and turned over the young man lying on the ground.
Despite the man's face being covered in frost, even his eyelashes tinged with ice, he still bitterly said, "Why is it you again?"
The man was surprisingly clad only in a thin white inner garment during this bitter winter; his outer garment was long gone. If he were human, he would have frozen to death, but this fellow was not human.
"Master, do you know him?" the apprentice asked cautiously.
The old Daoist grumbled, "He's nothing but trouble, a big trouble."
