An old Taoist leaning against the wall, sat on the ground with his legs spread apart like a ladle.,And a white silk cloth wrapped around her forehead in a circle, like a headband, covered a rather sizable wound. It still throbbed with pain at times.,If it weren't for this irrefutable evidence, I almost would have believed the tall tales of that withered monk and the Taoist in his crane-feather cloak.。