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... like clusters of burning flames. Under the shadow of such "flame", the scarlet temple doors are wide open, and the Sanskrit sounds come with a solemn rhythm, and the smell of sandalwood is permeated in the air. .
It's quiet, it's cold, but it's a place to wash your soul.
Huang Tianba took me slowly to the past. At this time, the monks in the temple were doing morning classes. Only the Buddha worshipped by the world was worshipped in the lobby. There were a row of Yasha on both side ...
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