C142 White Crane Valley

But every time I asked him, why did I have the same dream every night? In the dream, I was wearing a strange set of clothes, holding a man in a black robe, whose body was glowing with a green light, and crying his heart out; he would knock me on the head, and then scold me for thinking that my head was full of filth at such a young age; it was truly a disgrace to the ancestor