The hut where Mingqiu Nun lived seemed to get locked all the time in case of interrupting her tranquility.
Now Qin Wanru was familiar with this path, and she took off the hanging lock and walked inside.
It was a Buddhist hall which served a not large Buddha locating in the centre of the room. The Buddh was the image of Guanyin with thousands of hands. It looked vivid, and its image was amiable but also dignified and elegant. People would show sincere respect to her in a simple glance.
Three incenses were burning in the hall, spreading a slight fragrance.
On the rush cushion, Mingqiu Nun was closing her eyes and reciting her Scripture in a low voice, but she looked extremely sincere.
Qin Wanru picked a rush cushion by her side and did her worshipping bow to Buddha. The rebirth mad
