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... them leave in the direction of the west mountain.” The servant boy kept his eyes on his hands as he prepared the tea.
“Buddha protects us.” The man sighed in relief, touching his chest. “San Hua1‘s axe stroke yesterday already touched on the barrier of perfection. If I hadn’t been practicing every day, I wouldn’t have avoided that blow.”
The servant boy shook his head expressionlessly, thinking to himself: of course you practice e ...
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