(Pili) Visiting Again (Di Su/Shu Su)

I know not where the Temple of Accumulated Fragrance lies; for miles, I climb into cloud-wreathed peaks. Ancient trees line a path where no one walks; from somewhere in the deep mountains, a bell sounds. The spring's voice chokes past perilous rocks; the sunlight cools the green pines. At dusk, beside the empty pool, I meditate and subdue the poisonous dragon.