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Under the faint morning light, the vast fields are steaming with water vapor condensed overnight, letting go of the old and absorbing the new. In the distance, a woodpecker hooked itself on a tall ginkgo tree and pecked at it with its long, hard beak, causing pieces of rotten bark to fall to the ground. Outside the gate of Panshan Ancient Temple, an old nun who got up early realized that no one was around. She opened her sharp voice and began to sing in the morning - the king has cultivated the bodhicitta, and God will bless the common people. The sound was like a dove whistle lingering over Kurong Town under the waning moon.