Ouyang Rong checked the knots one last time, licked his chapped lips, and with a "whoosh," bounced up onto the lotus platform.,Only a pointed head peeked out, with youthful face and silver hair. A Daoist Mixed Yuan sash was pressed against his full head of white strands.,The withered monk behind him, the crane-feather cloak Taoist, and the slender girl were all staring intently at him.。