She tries to seduce the statue from him with a wine-soaked dance. Jackie, flustered, accidentally drops the lotus into a fish tank. As he fishes it out, moonlight hits it—and for a moment, the petals glow, projecting a ghostly map onto the ceiling.
Jackie blinks. "The statue that… weeps at midnight?"
"Is it done?" the abbot asks.
The Golden Lotus
Jackie (22) works in a dusty, forgotten Shaolin temple archive in Hunan province. He’s not a warrior—officially. By day, he catalogs ancient scrolls, mends torn manuscripts, and brews terrible tea. By night, he secretly practices the forbidden "Drunken Shadow Fist," a style his late master taught him in whispers.