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was rising. That monk was drenching him with the flow of mercy from his eyes.
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Then he heard a nectarlike voice coming from a far like the lilt of a sweet music.
"Nandisen, I am pleased with your service. Your vow has been fulfilled. You have achieved what is to be achieved."
The voice was not heard any more nor was seen that divine light. There was no trace of the monk whom he had carried in his arms. He was in front of the hermitage.
Nandisen fell on the ground uttering, "I seek your protection ! I seek your protection!"
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