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... nary temple with yellow outer walls quietly stood in the very center of the prefecture city. Above the main entrance of the temple hung a plaque that read "Leiyin Temple." Anyone looking at it would find it hard to believe that such a simple small temple was the residence of the revered Chan Sect's quasi-Holy Land, Leiyin Temple.

Just after midnight, an elderly monk clad in a purple kasaya rushed over from afar, quickly knelt at the temple's entrance, his face full of anxiety:

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