"Boom..."
The long and clear bell rang, almost covering the entire mountain, and spread far and wide.
The morning fog gradually dissipated, and the sunlight was shining from the edge of the apse, making the shadows dance under the bodhi tree, leaving spots of light. The morning glories were in full bloom on the vines, trembling slightly with the gentle breeze blowing from behind the palace. There was only a soft sound of "rustling" in the distance, and a young novice was holding a broom to sweep away the dead vines and leaves left behind last night.
In front of him was a simple middle-aged woman, carrying a rattan basket and walking towards the young novice.
"Little master, how are you doing, master?" The woman bowed her head and asked.
The young novice monk stopped quickly, leaned his broom against the bodhi tree, and said respectfully: "Master, everything is fine. Donor, please rest assured."
"That's good." The middle-aged woman turned around and saw a figure vaguely visible through the screen window.
"Go... Go..." The knocking sound of the wooden fish was still clearly heard across the room, as if it reminded people of that long time...