Yellow walls, black tiles, and the sound of Buddha chants resounded through the serene temple and pavilion, far away from the secular world.
Meng Qi's frock, socks, and shoes were free from dust, so clean as if he had just stepped out of a bath. As he entered the temple with Duan Xiangfei to find the reception monk, he basked in the rare moment of serenity.
"You want to ask about Master Yuan Meng?" The reception monk was a decent young monk with the gift of gab and a fair amount of knowledge about the masters in recent generations.
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