930 Paying Respects

In the lonely mountain ranges stood a tottering temple. The gate of the monastery had collapsed as the ancient Buddha stood dappled. In the cold wind, mournfulness filled the air.

Wearing a green jacket, Meng Qi suddenly appeared in the temple, his expression was gentle, hiding his feelings deep inside of him. Slowly, he walked to the hole in the wall and faced the lotus pond.

In a prance, the green lantern on the incense burner table in front of the Buddha statue lit up. It bathed the room in a hazy glow and filled it with melancholy. It had both warmth and an unexplainable loneliness.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, shining quietly upon the pond causing the many lotus flowers on the pond to be bathed in brilliant moonlight. The lotus flowers showed no hint of being dirtied by dust, beautiful beyond belief.