The white goose, sensing the curious and probing gazes from the people around, ignored them and waddled on its webbed feet, following Qin Fujia as he left the scripture hall.
Qin Fujia did not walk far, stopping in the open space in front of the hall. By now, the lively morning incense burning period had passed, and the temple was filled with lingering incense smoke with few visitors.
When the white goose saw him stop, it also halted, lifting its fluffy head and looking up at him with its small, bead-like eyes. "Gaa?"
Why had he stopped?
"Is your 'task' today to stay close to me?" Qin Fujia asked, looking down at the white goose with a hint of curiosity.
After waking up, Qin Fujia had seen the white goose waiting at his room's door—a rare occurrence. Although the white goose had previously accompanied him for morning chanting, it had never waited at his door beforehand.