In early August, according to the lunar calendar, the lingering heat of the Western Ranges had not yet fully withdrawn, and yet, within the mountains, autumn had already begun to lay down its faint first colors. The morning sky was clear and freshly washed. Wisps of white cloud drifted lightly overhead. In the distance, range upon…
At the end of the stone steps, the clouds began to draw back. The three of them turned past a grove of ancient pines, and the world before them suddenly opened wide. There stood a mountain gate of blue-gray stone, rising solemnly between two sheer cliffs that faced each other like a natural portal. The…
After they had paid their respects to the Buddha and left the rear hall, Huile escorted the mother and her sons to a small path paved with blue stone. The path turned to the right, wound past a grove of slender bamboo, and suddenly revealed a quiet little courtyard. The courtyard gate was not large. Above…