The gate of Soaring Cloud Temple was closed, but the pilgrims and tourists still gathered.
And the number was increasing.
It was just that the expression on everyone's face was not so pretty.
Some people looked gloomy.
Some people gnashed their teeth.
Some people were angry.
Moreover, the voice of discussion in this was also constantly.
"What does this mean? I came here to worship Buddha from the foot of the mountain, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, and then told me that the temple was closed and no pilgrims will be seen instead? What about delivering all living creatures from torment? Is this the attitude of the Buddha? "
A fierce-looking man who was only in his 20s or 30s roared fiercely, spitting out his saliva wildly.
"Yes... isn't it just because there are a few statues of Buddha here? They really take themselves seriously? What kind of play is this?"
