Dong——
Dong——
The deep and resonant sound of the bell pierced through the mist, drifting over slowly and startling a few resting birds.
The sound of flapping wings and bird calls intertwined, and after a moment, tranquility returned.
The monks had finished their morning lessons, and the solitary cultivation in the mountain forest also came to a temporary halt.
Fang Cheng gently raised his arms, stretching his body, and the bones that had been sitting for a long time emitted a few soft "crack" sounds.
Then he stood up, slightly raised his head, and looked towards the faintly visible upswept eaves not far away.
In the morning light and thin mist, the golden rooftops and red walls were arranged with a sense of mystery and ancient simplicity.
At this time, within the temple, there were a few Lamas dressed in monk robes, either walking or tidying up and offering incense.
