South Observance, Mount Longevity, Wuzhuang Temple.
The white clouds dispersed above the serene valley; peaks lined against the distant sky.
Rugged stone gates stood tall; misty incense smoke lingered in the air.
The temple's red remains, the steep pathways daringly suspended.
Scholars too found peace here, their virtuous selves detached from worldly ties.
If one could grasp the profound Tao, their actions would show no bias.
One's heart should align with what's revered; why should their steps refuse to be entangled?