2When Cheng was asleep at night, I looked out at the Seng Guan Temple through the window of our room. It looked awesome, dark grey, with a tiled roof in the style of Chinese houses and with lots of decorative reliefs on the walls. There was a statue of a Chinese dragon and one of a bald old man with a smile on his face and a long beard. Above the arched doorway there was a plaque with an inscription in Chinese, and under that plaque, inside the arch, it said Seng Guan Temple in English. I loved the place and grew curious to find out what went on inside, but although I was curious I never thought of going into the temple.
Instead of visiting the temple, my curiosity led me to the shelves above Cheng’s fridge. I pulled out one of his books and from that night on I started reading by candlel
