A gentle morning breeze caressed the air, accompanied by the faint, pale light of the rising sun. Inside the temple, curls of incense smoke drifted upward, blending with the morning mist and glowing in the golden sunlight as if this were a realm of the Buddha.
Just as Xia Changsheng and his two companions were looking around the ancient temple, a delicate-looking young novice monk walked over from not far away.
"Amitabha. Might the three benefactors be here to pray for a son?"
Chapter 18