Dung Foo Kei

The Wood Bodhisattva sat on a high wooden platform, contemplating its past and present life. It had been sitting in this position for over a thousand years. There were no wooden Bodhisattva statues that had survived intact for over a thousand years, so the Wood Bodhisattva was considered a historical and cultural treasure. Decades ago, it was moved from its original location in a traditional wooden temple to a concrete exhibition hall.

The Lumberjack made a living by felling trees. Depending on what kind of timber the buyer needed, the Lumberjack would go into the forest to find it and cut down the required amount. The Lumberjack didn’t actually want to cut down trees. Every time he was about to do it, he felt a sense of remorse. But for his livelihood, the Lumberjack had no choice but to cut trees. It was a skill passed down through his family, and he didn’t know how to do anything else. This often troubled the Lumberjack. Sometimes, when he found valuable timber and sold…

The gardener’s daughter had been offering fresh flowers to the Bodhisattva since she was a child. Some were grown in their own garden, and others were flowers that bloomed in the fields in different seasons. The little girl collected flowers in a carefree way every day, striving to present the most beautiful and brilliant flowers in the world to the Bodhisattva. People who saw the gardener’s daughter praised her for her deep devotion, accumulated merit, and said she would receive great blessings in the future. The gardener’s daughter, running around with flowers, was like a moving bouquet.

The Mud Bodhisattva has always been sitting under the banana tree by the river. The river is actually not wide, it’s not a major river, it’s even just a small stream. However, the stream is quite turbulent, filled with stones of different sizes, varying in depth, and there may even be undercurrents and whirlpools hidden somewhere. Crossing the river is not an easy task. The leaves of the banana tree are large and dense, like a giant umbrella, sheltering the Mud Bodhisattva.

No one has seen the Ice Bodhisattva, and no one has even heard of the Ice Bodhisattva. However, the Climber is determined to find the Ice Bodhisattva. He once caught a glimpse of the holy figure of the Ice Bodhisattva in his dream. In his dream, he traced the origin of a river. He began at the vast downstream and went upstream against the current, all the way to the rapid stream on the high mountains.