Nezha, the third lotus prince, had been guarding the entrance of the Temple were the ancient map of Samadhi laid rest, untouched and perfect, Rolled into a scroll on a neat, Heavenly marble podium; Nezha normally took his role seriously, By guarding this temple Day in- Day out, He shifted his position to one of a guards, Holding his heavenly creased, golden staff, It by his side as he scanned the cloudy, bare landscape