Christopher Makim Chronicles Shaolin Temple, 2033
“Thank you, Master,” Christopher answered. He followed the same routine every morning at 4 AM since he first arrived at the monastery. Each morning, Master Lu instructed him on a subtler meditation technique, and then, the two sat in silent reflection for three hours. Today was different. Master Lu was stood by an ancient floor to ceiling tapestry of the Buddha instead of sitting in his chair. It had a single image of Buddha wearing a green robe covered by a red outer cape and sitting cross-legged in front of a golden archway with his right hand held up in the Vitarka mudra of teaching — fingers upright with the thumb touching the index finger.