"Grandfather, there's a Daoist temple ahead, let's hurry and take shelter from the rain... It's heavy and a bit cold."
"Alright, although you have some martial arts skills, you are still young and can't withstand the cold winds."
"Oh, there's someone inside!"
"Enough! Feibai, have you forgotten your grandfather's words? When going out, speak less and observe more, don't meddle unnecessarily."
"Yes, grandfather!"
As the voices drew nearer, soon, a tall and a short figure approached the Daoist temple.
The two figures did not enter hastily but paused outside the temple door. The tall figure cupped his hands in greeting with an elderly voice:
"Friends inside, the night is deep and it's raining outside. May this old man and his grandson be allowed to stay for the night?"
The temple was silent for a moment, then a clear voice replied:
"I am merely a passing traveler, not the owner here. You are welcome as you please, old man."
"Then, I shall trouble you."
