C58 A Small Monastery in the Kingdom of Dawn

The golden summit of a small monastery appears in the dense bamboo forest, It glowed with a golden light in the early morning sunlight. The tip of the exquisitely carved main hall's Buddha Pagoda was white. The room was either plated with golden paint. It was the tallest building in the small monastery, and on it were reliefs of various shapes and forms of Buddha. The top was thin and sharp, reaching into the clouds in an arc. The wind chimes hanging on the four corners of the small monastery swayed gently in the breeze. It made an almost imperceptible murmur.

A thin morning mist floated in the big tea village. There was a hole in the door of the small monastery. The youngest son of the village elder was sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard. Behind him. It was a simple and crude Buddhist hall, like the remains of the erosion of time. The temple hall was old and unrepaired, and the details were riddled with holes. Large patches of red paint peeled off. In autumn, it stood proudly in the temple. It still exuded a solemn aura. The sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures came from the temple. Following the sound of the bell, the sound of chanting could be heard.

Tao Huizhen woke up early in the morning and started to dance. After practicing her basic skills, she found a stick of incense and walked to the end of the village. She stopped in front of the small monastery that people rarely paid attention to. She inserted the incense stick into the incense burner at the entrance and stared blankly at the burning and twisting white smoke.

She was wondering what kind of mentality she had when she tirelessly came to the front of the small monastery. What was her long-cherished wish when she was doing this? She had already appeared outside the monastery's door more than once. Today, she had to put an end to it.

It had already happened when Iwahan came to the small monastery to learn the traditional Buddhist culture of the Dai race. Although in her heart, She could not hide it from her. She hoped that Iwahan could stay in Da Tea Village primary school for six years and finish primary school. This was for a branch teacher. A part of it. However, regarding the choice of this matter. . . She was unable to turn a blind eye to the heritage of the traditional Buddhist culture of the Dai clan. She also did not want to see the traditional culture of the Dai clan wither day by day. Today, many traditional cultures needed to be included in the protection list in order to maintain their existence. To be able to have the will of inheritance in the hearts of people, the spirit of inheritance was the foundation. It was extremely rare to devote oneself to a part of the traditional culture of China. Some people wanted to take a step forward and come into contact with new things. Some people stepped forward and carefully savored the thousand years of culture that had existed for a long period of time. Comprehending the incense that had been burning for a long time. This world was supposed to be like this. Some things. . . Someone had to do it. Perhaps Tao Huizhen was just unwilling. Back then, Yan Han's father had only informed her that Yan Han wanted to enter the Buddhist temple to cultivate. Then there was nothing else. After that, Tao Huizhen had always wanted to find a chance to talk to that child Yan Hahan alone, wanting to know his personal thoughts. After that, she didn't have a chance anymore. Perhaps she had only thought of a wish, an official farewell between a teacher and her student. After saying a few words of advice, she continued on her journey in life. That was all.

As time passed, Tao Huizhen stood in front of the incense burner and the monastery's outer sect. Her expression was calm, as though she was confessing in front of Buddha. She did not move. She only wanted to wait for an answer. She came all the way from the north to the southernmost part of the school, not to see her students, but to leave in a daze, definitely not.

The sun rose. Qiuhe saw Tao Huizhen's back in the yard at home. She was about to rush to Big Tea Village Primary School to learn today's two-hour lesson. After noticing Tao Hui Zhen, she quietly waited in the distance.

The sound of chanting in the monastery could be heard slowly. The sound became much clearer, as if a door had been pushed open. The sound also lost its restraints and surged out. Tao Huizhen suddenly widened her eyes. Looking from the door, she could see that the red door of the temple hall was open. The contents of the door could be vaguely seen.

Tao Huizhen stared at the other door in the main door. The two doors formed an angle that blocked most of her vision. There was only one angle, as if she was looking through a crack in the door. She could barely make out some of it. She saw the child, Yan Hahan. He was wearing a golden monk's robe and had shaved his hair. He was in the hall, shaking the bell. He chanted scriptures, his eyes closed. His appearance was incomparably pious. He had already completely immersed himself in cultivation. It seemed like he was now the disciple of the village's youngest son.

Tao Huizhen quietly watched for a few minutes and understood something. She just nodded and kept retreating. The dull image of Yan Han in the classroom surfaced in her mind. It was completely different from the calm and serene atmosphere he was in right now. Perhaps Yan Han really did belong here. He was truly immersed in such an environment in this Buddhist temple. Tao Huizhen saw this with her own eyes. The regret in her heart vanished like smoke.

This might be a better choice for Yan Hahan. When he had finished cultivating, he could still choose to continue reading.

Tao Huizhen rubbed the corners of her eyes and retreated from the Buddhist temple. She turned around and walked in the direction of Tea Village Primary School. Lingduo's voice became fainter and fainter by her ears. In the end, she could not hear anything.

Qiuhe was not far behind her teacher. She walked to the place where Tao Huizhen was standing just now and looked inside. The red door had already closed. She stood there in a daze for a while. She tried to guess what Tao Huizhen had thought when she was here. She was completely immersed in it as she looked at the top of the small monastery with her large eyes. Her heart, however, drifted into the unknown.

She stood there, floating in the clouds.

Qiuhe suddenly remembered that Tao Huizhen was wearing a skirt that she had brought from the city today, a pair of legs that were born for dancing. She swayed under the skirt. However, on the left side of her calf, near her ankle. . . There were a few scratches that she could not bear to see. Those were from the nails at the bottom of the podium. Teacher Tao said that the podium could no longer be fixed. Yet, he was reluctant to throw it away. As a teacher, She wanted to have a podium as well. She wasn't afraid even if she was repeatedly scratched.

When she came back to her senses, Qiuhe found a string of incense stick in her pocket and inserted it into the incense burner. After she prayed, she carried the simple cloth bag and left.