Spring Mountain Pillar, where stones warm and moss grows.
The Hanging Temple and Fulong Temple are nestled between the mountains, surrounded by a natural barrier of lush green.
During the Grain Rain season, tender shoots pierce through the earth everywhere, bamboo shoots break through the black soil, springing forth from the crevices, their opened husks brimming with clear dew.
A couple of swallows cut through the vast sky, landing atop the Buddha's hand.
They raise their wings, grooming with their beaks the feathers dampened by the morning dew as they shuttle through the forest.
"Victorious in Battle..."
Wispy clouds present auspiciousness, overflowing with golden radiance.
Dixian rolls the Buddha Beads, gazing intently at the Ninth Golden Wheel in the palm of the Buddha, his lips humming.
Behind him, several elder monks, evidently less advanced in their Buddhist studies, wear expressions that poorly conceal their shock.
"Victorious in Battle?"
