in the mountains, ci ji temple.
when the sun rose, a thin layer of mist appeared in the mountain. it was thin and white, as if the whole mountain forest was covered with a thin veil. the morning light fell on the blessing tree and illuminated the temple with a red light, which was amazing and dazzling.
in the meditation room, a furnace of green smoke, a straight line, and a room full of sandalwood incense.
"third master, it's time to go."
"yes." fu chen responded and put the stick in his hand aside.
on the way down the mountain, he held the buddha beads in his hand. with his back against the light of the mountain, the smell of the mountains and the sandalwood, which outlined his body, made people feel depressed and addicted.
he had never had the vitality of a young man before. that kind of reserved and experienced vicissitudes of life became stronger and stronger with the passage of time.
it was even more transcendent.
