C116 A Night of Wind and Rain a Youth Travels to Chang'an

As dawn broke, the sky was painted with the pale light of early morning, and the sun remained hidden just below the horizon. Yet, from within the small Xuan Chan Temple, the crisp sound of a wooden fish resonated.

In the temple hall, a young monk draped in a kasaya woven from the essence of snowy clouds, sat in tranquil meditation before a majestic Buddha statue. Crafted from pure gold