Yin Tingxue blinked incredulously, her lips trembling.
The bhikkhuni held a double-pronged staff with six rings, gazing at her with a nostalgic glint in her eyes.
Yin Tingxue stood rooted to the spot, and after a long while, finally asked:
"May I ask… your Dharma title, Venerable Master?"
The bhikkhuni smiled faintly and replied, "I have twelve Dharma titles, but you may call me… Zhi Hui."
Yin Tingxue was taken aback—could this really be Master Zhihui, the renowned traveler of the Western regions, ultimately honored by the Emperor of Jin Country?
To many, this bhikkhuni seemed like a figure from legend, yet here she stood before her, tangible and real.
Snow fell like scattered apricot blossoms; the bhikkhuni seemed to meld seamlessly with the surrounding scenery.
Yin Tingxue collected her thoughts and asked:
"Where is this place?"
"Yintai Temple, isn't it obvious?" replied the bhikkhuni with a smile.
