C358 It is difficult to clear one's mind with the beauty of the wind and the splendor of the mane

When Chu Chengxun came to the Guimeng Temple again, the peach blossoms and willow trees had all disappeared, leaving behind only the withered branches of a tree. Stepping on the snow that had not been swept away before the entrance of the temple, there was a creaking sound, and the cold wind that blew through the gap of the door made him unconsciously tighten his clothes