In Wuling Town, after the floods, the air was still faintly laced with the pungent smell of mud, and it seemed it would take some time for things to return to normal.
In the wake of the disaster, the incense at Jincan Temple was burning more vigorously than ever, the faint scent of sandalwood drifting from afar. The sound of bells, chimes, and drums echoed long and lingering among the mountain ridges.
Ever since Abbot Faxin's departure, the fat monk Juewen’s health had deteriorated day by day, and he had gradually become a thin monk. His position remained unchanged as he continued to assist Zixiu, diligently managing the internal and external affairs of the monastery. However, his state of mind was already far from what it used to be, causing the other disciples a lingering sense of unease.
Chapter 212