Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the

ers to children, husbands to wives, and sons to parents.Tonight, I won't be coming back. Perhaps I'll never come back.Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!A long silence, boot...ing sutras, reciting silent scriptures.Jiang Wang and Xi Ming borrowed the Buddha's light, quietly looking at the rock paintings. Their shadows each fell on one side, distorted in the distorted painti...