A Taoist clad in a black cloak, with short hair, entered the inn.
The Waiter was clearing the plates and dishes left on a table by a previous guest. He felt a twinge of unease at the Taoist's arrival.
There were indeed many charlatans in the world—swindlers who deceived for money—but there were also True Cultivators who walked the mortal realm, punishing evil and promoting good.
The Porridge and Rice Inn engaged in the despicable business of turning people into donkeys and seizing travelers' money. Consequently, the Waiter, feeling as guilty as a thief, wanted to send the Taoist away as quickly as possible.
He quickly put down the bowls and dishes, hurried forward with an obsequious smile, and said, "Taoist, are you heading to Long County? From here, go north. Take the first fork to the right, and after another five or six miles, you'll reach Long County town."
"Oh, thank you very much."
