The bronze bell of the thousand-year-old temple suddenly tolled, startling the birds from their nests in the mountains.
Dust from the incense drifted on the wind like falling snow, settling into Lin Xiangyu’s hair. She brushed it away in a panic, unaware that this ash, steeped in the passage of time, was the key ingredient for a life-saving prescription.
When Gu Yuan handed the sealed jar to the abbot, the old monk smiled with a profound look in his eyes. "Does the benefactor realize that what you seek is not merely incense ash, but three hundred cycles of cause and effect?"
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