C562 Liu Mingde Who Is in Dire Straits
Atop Qingliang Hill, a Taoist temple with its red roofs transitioning to green tiles lay in serene repose.
A dozen robed Taoists were diligently sweeping away the fallen leaves and dust that had gathered.
They hoisted large red lanterns on bamboo poles, hanging them from the temple's eaves, infusing the area with a festive air
