Therefore, there is now an altar in the three rooms. Then there were a dozen or so Taoist priests dressed in the same flowered clothes as the emperor's dragon robe in Peking Opera, or playing the pipa, or playing the flute, or beating the gong, or beating the drum, or playing other musical instruments that Luo Zhi did not recognize, and playing and singing scriptures that Luo Zhi could not understand a word.

Luo Zhi looked up at her father, Old Man Mu looked at the altar intently, his face slightly sideways, obviously listening very attentively. Luozhi looked at Luojing Luo'an again, and it was the same.

Forget it, Luo Zhi thought: It doesn't matter if I don't understand, it's okay if you listen happily.

Temple......

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