Wreaths of thin smoke drifted from the incense burner in the main hall, carrying the scent of sandalwood throughout the interior and exterior.
Wugou was accustomed to a life of quiet devotion, needing no servants for his chores or daily routines. He tied his sash, ignoring the intruder who had barged in, and began to bail the water from the bathtub into a bucket to carry outside.
The courtyard of the Buddhist hall was small, containing only a white porcelain basin. Two fish swam within it, circling repeatedly, bumping their sleek heads against the lotus leaves floating on the surface.
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