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... nt of the mountain, the temple stood pristine and orderly. However, the faded yellow courtyard walls and the gray, ancient temple roof told of its age and history at a single glance.
The abbot, with long white brows and a flowing beard, exuded a gentle, compassionate aura. He stood silently at the temple entrance, hands pressed together in a gesture of greeting, his presence calm and dignified.
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