Chapter 721 (1/2)

After entering the small courtyard, everything is no longer low-key, and the essence is to describe it with concentration.

Every brick and every tree here. All reveal a kind of solemn and sacred feeling, let a person reverence.

Yin Yijie led me, followed by Tan Letian and Tan Baoming. Bryan, yuyanbing and rice are all following quietly, quiet. We can hear our own footsteps.

It's like an appointment. Everyone was very quiet. No one spoke.

The wall is gilded and the warping tube is inlaid with gems. Beautiful Thangka, everything, all with the heavy sense of history and the rich atmosphere of the superior.

Compared to them. We are all upstarts and laymen; The concept of monk custom. It is most clearly reflected here.

We can all feel the vulgarity in our bones; Because everyone slightly lowered their heads.

”Amitabha...” a big Lama came out and spoke Chinese to us. I speak quite fluently.

”Amitabha...” Tan Baoming is at the front. Hand in hand. Qinglang said, ”take the liberty to disturb.”

The great Lama describes kindness. He was very Buddhist and said with a smile: ”all the benefactors are predestined friends. The teacher has been waiting inside

I frowned. Didn't they say there were activities today?

What's more, what's the mystery of Linka Festival?

I don't have a brain. It seems that... In the sound of the cigarette, it is difficult to capture any special breath.

Yin Yijie held my hand tightly, and we went in together.

In the middle of it was a delicate Buddhist temple. We all worshiped the Buddha first. I would do whatever Yin Yijie asked me to do.

After worshiping the Buddha, we followed the great Lama to the side hall on the left. There were three lamas sitting on it. One of them had bright yellow accessories on his robe... Others also had them, but it didn't seem as obvious as him.

The eminent monk is used to describe his left and right; It's solemn. It's definitely made for the one in the middle, even though he looks very young.

Without saying a word, we are ready to bow down.

The big Lama in the middle said gently: ”get up quickly. It's too polite. I can't bear... Amitabha.”

There are some other seats in the room, some of which are like their cots. Tan Baoming climbs up and sits on his knees.

Some of us won't, just sit on the chair; Liao Liang and they all stand behind; There are a bunch of Futon cushions on the ground for them.

I feel, very strange, my quiet world, by this quieter world... Seems to break.