There are no monks in the temple.
There are no idols either.
Only the wind seemed to be drifting from a far away place. It penetrated through her sleeves gently and passed through the tips of her hair.
Shen Yan stood under the bell for a long time, but still didn't hear the bell fall to the ground.
She took the copper box in her hand and slowly covered it. The smoke seemed to be unwilling to stop, gently escaping from the fingers, as if it was out of her control.
She finally took a step towards the door.
This is an abandoned temple. The brick walls have been eroded by rain and are peeling off. There are fine weeds growing in the gaps between the tiles on the eaves. Outside the door is an ancient road, with moss embedded in the cracks of the stone slabs, winding downwards and disappearing into the misty forest.
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