Okay, here is the translation following your instructions: Bodhi Corporation

Author: Zhang Xiao
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: I saw that patch of peacock-blue sky. It was an extremely bright dark blue. Clear, transparent, magnificent—only ancient myths could have such a strange hue. This peacock-blue sky, set against the towering shadows of the surrounding mountains, was reflected in the still lake, forming a breathtaking ink painting. Like a fish, I swam in the lake. The water was cool and crisp. A faint mist drifted slowly over the lake surface, taking on countless strange shapes. The mist carried a subtle, ethereal fragrance. Faintly visible was a lone island, like a solitary water bird standing alone. The island grew closer. On it stood a small shrine built of rubble, old and dilapidated, teetering on the brink of collapse. A broken doorframe was exposed to the wind, revealing the inner idol. Its eyes were lowered, and its expression, in the dim light, seemed indistinct. Following the idol's gaze, I submerged deeper. At a depth of twenty feet, I discovered an opening. A faint, shimmering light filtered through from within. The underwater cave was narrow, with rugged stone walls covered in slippery aquatic plants, like countless cold hands waving in the air. I moved cautiously forward in the darkness. After turning three bends, I could see in the distance the bottom of the cave, illuminated by a patch of (blue) light. This light flickered, dimming and brightening, as if calling with a mysterious allure. My heart raced, and I swam faster and faster, drawing closer and closer—until finally, it appeared. "Bodhi," the mysterious lake-blue pearl. I had dreamed of it again.
In the fourth year of the Wude era, spring. Chang'an. Having just endured the chaos of war and the transition of dynasties, the ancient city of Chang'an seemed weary. Although the Tang Dynasty had established its capital here and gradually unified the Hexi and Shandong regions, the central plains and Jiangnan remained a battleground for rival warlords, each ruling their own territories. Adding to the turmoil, the northern Turks frequently launched southward raids, leaving half of the land under the heavens still bathed in blood and fire. The people of the capital struggled to make a living, and in the entire city of Chang'an, our "Fangji" pawn shop could be considered well-to-do.
Father said that chaos was a time for talent, capable of forging heroes as well as successful merchants. This was true—Father had built his business during these turbulent times. War made every possibility conceivable. Travelers often exchanged rare treasures for a little silver, while those seeking influence in the capital would purchase precious goods with large sums of money. "Fangji" grew larger, and its reputation gradually spread.
One afternoon, a distinguished-looking guest arrived at the shop and requested to see the owner. Curious, I followed him out and hid behind a screen to peek. The guest produced a delicate ivory carving box with a mysterious air. When he opened it, a lake-blue pearl was revealed. Having worked in the pawn shop for so many years, I had never seen such a pearl before. It was perfectly round and flawless, the size of a child's fist.
What was truly extraordinary was its lake-blue hue, crystal clear and shimmering. Even in daylight, the faint glow could dazzle the eyes. The guest smiled upon seeing Father's reaction, saying he knew Father was knowledgeable. "To be honest," he said, "this pearl..."