The Taoist priest returned to his original state, only now with a touch of incense smoke about him, and his entire demeanor had become somewhat chilly, no longer resembling the living.
He emerged from the subterranean cave, his form as ethereal as a ghost; merely standing by the roadside, when the wind blew past, he felt as if he could drift away with it.
He stood by the road, gazing into the distance. A cargo truck passed by. With a blank expression, he drew near, and in the instant the vehicle went over a speed bump, he vanished behind the truck.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in the truck bed, leaning against the side guardrail, sitting quietly inside, simply waiting in silence.
The freight truck quickly left the mountains, heading south all the way. As it passed a stretch with cliffs on the right and a precipice on the left, on a hilltop across the ravine, a man with a little mustache stood alone, quietly watching the truck.
