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... o this small, house-sized temple to pray. No one could pacify her. She cried and muttered to herself. She knew that there was nothing she could do now, but only hoped that Ning Zu’an could save her son.
The sky outside was already dark. Those who had tried to pacify her earlier, had all gone back, leaving behind only a single lamp in front of a decrepit Buddha statue.
This earthen temple had been built by the people here, and everything was simple and crude. It did not matter whether ...
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