While Abbess Jìnghuì sat alone staring blankly at the mutton, Han Zhi had already left. All around her were cells built for two or three inmates.
The disciples of Puji Temple were now locked inside those very cells.
Abbess Jìnghuì stared at the congealed mutton fat in her bowl, when suddenly she heard the sound of fingernails scratching against the brick wall from the next cell. It was the voice of young nun Jìngmíng, carrying the lingering accent of Jizhou:
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