A night passed.
Dawn broke, and the hermit Yun Lang rose quietly, put on his Taoist robe properly, and glanced at Chu Dazhuang who was still gently sleeping on the guest hall bed.
Liu Guiqin stretched out her hand and gently caressed Chu Dazhuang's face with love.
Then, she withdrew her hand and just watched Chu Dazhuang quietly for a long time, softly chanting a Buddhist mantra, before she quietly left.
Outside, the nuns had also risen and begun their morning chants. After their morning lessons, they would eat breakfast as usual, and then start their day's work.
Chu Dazhuang lay in bed, sleeping soundly.
Inside the chanting hall, the hermit Yun Lang walked in quietly, pushed open the door, and sat down at the very end of the crowd to also begin his practices.
At the forefront of this crowd, the venerable Yu Lu sat on a cushion, eyes nearly closed, and began chanting loudly.
Time passed in this way.
