The ashram, known as the Caotang temple, is set amid bamboo groves and corn fields within sight of the bluish Guifeng foothills, a minor tourist attraction with its cluster of temples dwarfing the octagonal funerary pavilion. I finally locate it next to a Tang-era stele listing Kumarajiva's disciples, plus a well which provided drinking water to the 3,000 translators. After his cremation, Kumarajiva performed one last feat. A lotus flower grew out of the well, and when pulled at, the master's tongue popped out, joined to the lotus stem, still waggling as if busy translating