A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Along the snow-brushed steps, a young Ku He and a distraught Xiao En began to ascend the frost-bitten mountain. The look upon Xiao En’s face thawed somewhat, allowing him to once more express a range of differing emotions, from excitement, to anxiety, to fear.
Ku He possessed no fear; he only harbored a fervent fanaticism. He was a monk, and he had made it his life’s goal to touch the temple’s door and kneel upon the stone steps of that sacred place in worship of its divinity.