On the first day of the first lunar month, the weather finally cleared. The long-absent sun leaped out from a mountain col on the horizon, casting tens of thousands of colorful rays across the vast, snow-covered mountain ridges.
Early in the morning, the mountain gates of Jincan Temple creaked open. Fang Yi shouldered two buckets and set out for Bibo Spring, three miles away, to fetch water.
Ever since he entered the temple to cultivate, Fang Yi had been busy from dawn till dusk—shoveling snow, cleaning the temple grounds, sweeping the Great Buddha Hall, chopping firewood, fetching water, chanting scriptures, and meditating.
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