A Thousand-World Flower

Everything was silent at the peak of Tile Mountain.

Silver light from the stars scattered between the mountains, almost as if it were coating the huge rocks under a thin layer of merciful light. A few night clouds passed across the statue's front and faint songs of night birds were heard.

The Buddhist chariot was parked outside the cave. It was bathed in starlight, the mantras embroidered on its curtains seemed to be shining and swaying in the night wind. These mantras seemed to come alive and were looking progressively more dignified and beautiful.

Quni Madi walked up to the chariot and said something in a low voice. The monk in the Buddhist chariot could vaguely be seen shaking his head. Quni Madi brought the sadhu from the White Tower Temple down the hill. Flower Addict was among them.