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The temple is very large. After walking out of the main hall, you start to climb the stairs. The stairs are paved with stone slabs. The slope is a bit steep. Each stone brick is white and seems to be the same material as the outer wall of the temple.

This kind of paint is expensive to make. In addition to traditional colorants, milk and sugar must be added in certain proportions.

Milk and sugar are used to increase the viscosity of the paint and prevent it from being washed away during rainy seasons.

In the eyes of Tibetan Buddhist believers, white represents peace and has the ability to eliminate disease, war and famine.

In an era of material scarcity, it is unknown how much manpower and money would be invested in building such milk paint.

Perhaps for believers, devout faith is higher than life.

The road is neither long nor short. It goes around half of the mountain and goes to the side and back of the mountain.

It was a huge square, located on the top slope, with hundreds of people sitting neatly on the platform.

Some of them were dressed luxuriously, some were half-dressed, and the clothes they wore were all very traditional Tibetan clothes, which looked different from the styles of Tibetan clothes commonly seen today.

The farthest place is a stone platform. These people sit in a fan shape around the platform. There is a man in a red monk's robe sitting right in front, facing them, leading the chanting of Buddhist scriptures.

There seems to be a difference in the arrangement of seats. With the red monk as the dot, the closer the believers are, the more luxurious their clothes are.

The monk who led them took them to the front and stopped two meters away from the dot.

The closer he got to the monk in red, the clearer and louder the chanting in his ears became, and it seemed to have the power to cleanse people's hearts.

Jiang Ke originally watched all this with an inquiring mind, but with every step he took, he began to forget some annoying things.

To use an analogy, the human brain is like a C drive filled with information. The screen is filled to the brim with useful information or negative garbage.

And this chanting sound is like a trash can, pulling the piled garbage into the trash can one by one, releasing the memory, thinking becomes smoother, the brain becomes clear, and you even feel a little light when you walk.

When the red monk who led them put his hand on his shoulder, Jiang Ke's steps paused for a second.

In just a second of pause, all the believers in the square suddenly raised their heads.

Their cheeks were thin, so their eyes looked big and bright, like hungry wolves that came out to hunt at night.

The next second, Jiang Ke seemed to move his legs unconsciously and continued to walk forward.

As if receiving some instructions, the believers lowered their heads and recited the scriptures word for word.

After walking two steps, the monk stopped, and Jiang Ke also stopped. Following the monk's strength, he sat cross-legged on the seat that had been arranged.

Jiang Ke's brain nerves collapsed. The fingers hidden in the sleeves pinched the palms of his hands. Jiang Ke felt the pain from his fingertips piercing his flesh. This pain made him temporarily sober.

Jiang Ke was almost bewitched just now.

Yes, bewitchment, to use a more appropriate word to describe it, is "brainwashing."

The chanting sound eliminated his worries and thoughts, but this process was subtle. However, this subtle transformation was completed in just tens of seconds while walking. Before Jiang Ke felt threatened, he It has been attacked and it is difficult to escape.

He had never been so lucky to be afraid of ghosts. When the monk put his hand on his shoulder, his body instinctively began to produce emotions of fear and nausea. This negative emotion made his brain turn around again and get rid of that kind of thinking. A state of emptiness with no desires or desires.

At that moment, it seemed that his mind was not his own.

Jiang Ke's heart felt numb when he recalled it, and he felt like his brain was completely under control.

Meng Er and Sanzhang sat on the futon like puppets, and like other believers, they began to mutter something.

Jiang Ke also lowered his head and began to recite scriptures like the believers around him.

He kept his mouth open and looked around with the corner of his eye.