The sky is vast and blue, the wilderness expansive and boundless, with the wind blowing the grass low to reveal sheep and cattle.
Deep in the grasslands, towering snow-capped mountains layer upon layer, the Buddhist holy land Vajra Platform is built into the mountains, with the Golden Summit Temple stacked and tiered, sacred and magnificent.
The gilded treasure bottles and fluttering scripture banners complement each other, even the wind carries a murmuring chant, making one feel calm and inexplicably urge them to renounce everything and join the Buddhist sect.
The ancient Buddhist temple, with its inextinguishable incense smoke.
Jiang Yuebai took the eight-year-old little monk Niankong and followed the young monks of Vajra Platform, passing through one temple after another.
"If you don't want to stay here, tell me now, I can send you elsewhere or back to the Heavenly Interence Sect," Jiang Yuebai softly asked Niankong.
