The tallest Buddhist hall on this bun-shaped hill was called Mahavira Hall. It was lofty and majestic. The statue of Shakyamuni Buddha was housed in this hall, its demeanor solemn and dignified. An elderly nun was kneeling on a prayer mat, her eyes shut as she chanted the sutras, lightly striking her wooden fish.Tock, tock, tock...This elderly nun was the Sect Leader of Emei, Reverend Miexin. The wooden fish she was striking was the Water-property Wooden Fish repaired by Ning Tao.Ning Tao had already waited outside the hall for half an hour, but Reverend Miexin was still reciting the sutras with her eyes shut. She did not even deign him a glance, let alone speak with him.Ci'en stood outside the hall, her hands at her front. She neither spoke nor reacted, her expression composed. She seemed to be enjoying the sutra chanting of Reverend Miexin.After a while, Cixin too arrived. She stood cautiously below the terraced
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