The dust in front of the Buddha statue was swept away and covered, and the sound of chanting stopped and came again. Xuan Ming knocked on the wooden fish three times intermittently, and suddenly heard the faint sound of rain outside the door.
The sound of rain seemed to be mixed with a light female voice, crisp and crunchy, like green plums in May.
"Master, can you copy a volume of the Diamond Sutra for me?"
"Master, do you think my Bodhi string looks good?"
"Master..."
Her voice faded with the sound of rain, reminding Xuan Ming that thirty years had passed in this world.
Intention: The dust in front of the Buddha statue was swept away and covered, the sound of chanting stopped and came again, and I have been in a trance for thirty years.
