Li Bai was hunched up, with head down and neck tucked into his shoulders as he walked through a mountain pass, for the rain was driven by the wind, and he was drenched. Suddenly he came across a patio or court yard type area, which had been hewn from the solid rock. It was worn and rutted by centuries of unshod and sandalled feet treading upon it. Straightening up and lifting his head, with his black gauze hat sodden, Li Bai saw a temple by the side of the mountain, It had a set of steep stone steps leading up to a pair of stout wooden doors. Either side of the steps there was a channel chiselled in to the rock which let the rain water run down from the steps, adding to the pool of water in which he was standing. Hoping for shelter from the weather, he climbed the steps.