Ye Wanwan slowly strolled around this serene small Buddhist temple. Although the incense offerings in the temple were sparse, she would occasionally brush past three to five devotees.
The weather in May wasn't too hot, but the air was slightly irritable. The Bodhisattva tree in the Buddhist temple had large roots and deep green shade. The sandalwood scent from the year-round worship of Buddha lingered in her heart. The sound of the monks chanting Sutras and the wonderful sound of Sanskrit made Ye Wanwan's heart feel at peace.
Although the Buddhist temple was small, it had all the essentials and many bodhisattvas were enshrined inside. Ye Wanwan didn't have any other requests, so she wanted to pray to the thousand-hand Guanyin.
She walked slowly along the gray brick path of the temple.
Suddenly, her eyes froze as she stared ahead.