Disciples Of Translation

By August Jones

On the snowy mountain the cold wind blew like a knife, a figure left a shallow footstep in the white snow, I don't know how long it took to raise its head in the wilderness, looking at the towering mountain gate in the distance. distant.
No Zen sect.
Ten years ago, this was the headquarters of the righteous sect, the most famous and popular sect, but today, it is just a forgotten area in the middle of the snowy mountains.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, a blanket of snow covered his vision again, the wind blew through, causing the man to tighten his hood, grit his teeth and strode faster, aiming for the main gate of Khong Zen. not far away.
The one who was going through this snowy wind was a young girl in a white sheepskin coat, about fifteen or sixteen years old, because of her haste, her appearance was extremely difficult, her lips were pale and parched, her eyes were empty. The god looked straight ahead, his originally beautiful face showed a bit of weariness, just letting go step by step lifeless.
I don't know how long it took, that mountain gate that seemed like it could never be reached finally appeared right in front of our eyes.
Looking through that door is a long stone step, on which is covered with thin snow, all four sides are as quiet as sheets, nothing different from the road just passed.
No Zen sect is located in front of only a few empty high halls standing tall on the top of the mountain, hard to detect any breath of life .
The girl couldn't help but sigh, she tiredly fell to the ground, putting her frozen hands on her mouth to breathe.
She stared at the long staircase with no end, like
I am debating whether to continue or not.
The wind and snow seemed to have lessened a bit, the sun was not very warm above, but under the white snow, the sun was extremely dazzling.
The young girl covered her eyes slightly, and while hesitating, suddenly heard a voice not far away, "Lost?"
When the girl heard the voice, she froze, looked up at the direction of the voice, and discovered that behind the corner of the mountain gate was a little girl. That girl looked only about twelve or thirteen years old, with a pretty face and a pearl-like finish. She wore a loose robe that accentuated her thin and petite body, holding a broom that was taller than herself, leaning against the door, her clear black eyes were looking at the young girl with a clear look. insensitivity.
The girl reacted very quickly, shaking her head slightly as an answer.
The little girl swept the yard and asked, "So, to find someone?"
Only then did the girl nod.
The little lady nodded seriously, then took the broom and walked in front of the girl, extending her hand to her.
The girl was stunned for a moment, then reached out her hand for her to help her up.
After the little girl helped her up, she turned her back and walked along the stairs in front of her eyes, saying without looking back: "Follow me."
Her appearance is petite and lovely, but her way of talking is very proper, quite experienced, the young woman looks at her carrying a baggy robe and striding solemnly up the mountain without suffering.
Forget everything, smile again.
The girl quickly followed, her voice soft: "Your name is Jessica, come
No Zen sect to pay homage to the teacher at the behest of his parents."
The little girl in front did not reply, as if she was seriously fighting with the robe that did not fit her body.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B0C1JGKWLB
• ISBN13: 9798391629085
• Release Date: April 2023
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 728 Pages
• Weight: 2.11 lbs.
• Dimensions: 1.4" x 6.0" x 9.0"