Night.
Mount Daguangming, the rear mountain.
Qinglan Buddha Hall.
A sudden gust of wind swept up the yellow leaves from the treetops, casting a dark silhouette on the pale yellow paper of the windows before vanishing abruptly. The light above the windows continued to shine brightly with a profound yellow glow..
Thump, thump, thump.
In the solemn Qinglan Buddha Hall, the crisp sound of a wooden fish was struck rhythmically.
A handsome monk sat cross-legged beneath a giant Buddha statue, solemnly rotating prayer beads in his hand and reciting Buddhist scriptures.
"The Bodhisattva surpasses holy wisdom, all senses are universally the same."
"In emptiness, he contemplates ease, possessing great divine skills without obstruction."
"Entering Zen with a proper acceptance, samadhi wanders from west to east."
"Journeying throughout the ten directions, only seeking the traces of the Buddha."
"…."
