The Homeless Saint In The Abandoned Park Manhua

Alm had never felt more at peace than in the abandoned park. The soft rustling of the leaves, the gentle lapping of the pond, it all felt like a balm to her wounded soul. She spent her days wandering the overgrown paths, communing with nature in a way she never could within the confines of the temple. One day, as she sat beneath a gnarled oak tree, a young fox approached her, its eyes filled with a pleading intensity. Alm could sense its distress and, without a second thought, she reached out to touch the animal. A warm light emanated from her palm, enveloping the fox in a soothing glow. The creature's wounds healed before her eyes, and it nuzzled her gratefully before bounding off into the forest. Word spread quickly of the mysterious healer in the abandoned park. Animals of all kinds began to seek her out, from birds with broken wings to rabbits with fevered brows. Alm's days were now filled with the gentle hum of gratitude from those she helped, and she found purpose in their simple, honest expressions of thanks. Meanwhile, back at the temple, chaos reigned. Without Alm's calming presence, disputes arose, and the once-peaceful haven descended into a place of discord and hardship. Priest Johannes, in particular, seemed lost without her guiding hand, his once-arrogant demeanor now replaced with a desperate longing for her return. As Alm delved deeper into her role as the "Homeless Saint" of the abandoned park, she couldn't shake the feeling that her past was catching up with her. The demons she thought she had left behind at the temple were stirring once more, and she knew that her newfound sanctuary was about to be tested in ways she could never have imagined.