The sky gradually darkened.
However, the Buddhist hall was brightly lit with thousands of long-burning lamps burning scented oil, which not only made the flames bright but also filled the air with a refreshing, aromatic scent.
Hung on the gold-plated pillars were two lines of poem: "Why does one become an official in this life, for the gold of the past life adorned the Buddha's body. From past cultivation comes the rewards of this life, begging before the Buddha in purple robes and jade belts."
Sixth Ma, bare-chested, sat silently in the center of the hall on a platform that looked like an anvil.
A red talisman, looking as if it were dripping blood, was painted on his dark back.
By his side, a beautiful monk of indeterminate gender, whose face exhibited a sacred brilliance, recited an extremely agitated scripture, their silhouette swaying as if possessed by a demon!
