Libraries forbid open flames, but ever since the temple bell sank into Jade Pond, sutras scattered and the Sno…
Libraries forbid open flames, but ever since the temple bell sank into Jade Pond, sutras scattered and the Snow Sparrow never returned.
When the scripture hall was destroyed, a novice gathered scrolls into a cave. Through the long cold night, he collapsed exhausted. A fierce chieftain shielded him from wind and snow.
Seeing the statue about to fall, he lit the candle in his arms.
If the exalted auspicious hall can no longer protect this world,
let mortal fire burn away its sins.