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"Knock, knock, knock ~ ~ ~"

A rhythmic knocking sound came from the room. The deep chanting was like a Buddhist chant descending from the sky. It was solemn, solemn, and compassionate. It was like a gentle stream of flowing water that was soothing the heart's restlessness.

Old Madam Mu sat low on her knees on a prayer mat embroidered with lotus flowers. The Seven Treasures Buddhist Pearl