As night fell, the monastery gradually became quiet.
In the Zen room, the oil lamp that was about to run out was still burning.
The abbot, who was over 70 years old, was chanting Buddhist scriptures while beating a wooden fish.
He was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.
He opened his eyes slightly, and before the person outside knocked on the door, he said, "Come in."
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