At Zhi Xin Temple, they were bustling with activity, and Yuanyang Temple wasn't calm either.
Chongxu Zi was leading a group of Daoist Children, sitting quietly to recite scriptures, calming the mind and settling the heart, suppressing the inherent chaotic thoughts of the human mind.
Inside the grand hall, beneath the deity statue, the old Daoist held a duster, facing the altar.
Behind him were seven or eight meditation cushions, occupied by children around twelve or thirteen years old, swaying their heads, eyes closed in recitation.
The abstruse, difficult-to-pronounce esoteric scriptures were like melodious and graceful musical compositions.
The rhythmic sounds combined with the blue smoke from the incense burning in the furnace, lightly tolling bells and chimes, enveloped the Daoist Temple.
Creating a sense of comfort and relaxation for both body and mind.
This was a compulsory lesson at the Daoist School.
