The commentator used beautiful folk songs to describe some Arhats in the temple very vividly and realistically.

The tourists were all fascinated.

Everyone listened, watched, and clapped their hands and cheered. Two young tourists followed closely with cameras, took pictures, and also recorded.

"Why don't you keep counting? We were fascinated! Have you never heard such a moving and beautiful folk song? Not only does it describe the image, but it also rhymes very well.

Are you the teacher of that art troupe? Or a mountain singer from an art group?"A female student asked curiously

"No, I work in a cultural center and grew up in Yiliang Bazi, which is not only the granary of central Yunnan and the country's duck town, but also a famous hometown of lanterns, folk songs, and minor tunes. So I have been singing folk songs since I was a child." said the commentator

"I see! admire! envious!"

The monks guarding the temple were also attracted to follow behind. Although they had lived in the temple for many years, they had never heard such a clear and beautiful folk song describing the Arhat. They were very interested in this commentator. They felt that this person, He has a good voice, knows everything, explains it with gusto and liveliness, and can sing folk songs so beautifully? What if he was also a monk, and he could come here every day to explain and sing to tourists.

They have never encountered this before Such tourists! It’s so rare!

Xiao Li said to Xiao Qian:"You also grew up in Yiliang Bazi. Can you sing Yiliang folk songs?"

"I can sing, but not as well as this person."

"Can you sing a few songs for me to listen to?" Xiao Li said

"There are so many people here, why are you embarrassed to sing?",

"All right! Let's go outside, you can sing a few words and I can listen and let me enjoy it! appreciate!"Xiao Li said.

They walked to a place with few people.

Xiao Qian immediately made up and sang.

On the first day of the first lunar month, she burned incense, drank sacred water and went crazy about the temple.

They both climbed up to the fairy cave and used the scenery to express their poems. Chanting.

I heard that there is no inequality in the Buddhist world. Everyone fought for the injustice of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Fortunately, I met a singer who sang folk songs in a minor tune, and the number of Arhats came to life.

Alas! Alas! Alas!

"Oh yo yo! It’s so blind that you can’t see the mountain! Yiliang Mountain sings so clearly and beautifully.

This was my first time to hear folk songs sung by a lady. I was very intoxicated by your beautiful Yiliang ditty.

Don't think you can sing. After listening to it, I also muttered a few words for you to listen to."Xiao Li said and started to sing with open throat. It's really:

Xiao Qian and Xiao Li are so elegant.

They burn incense and sing to each other.

They are both expressing their feelings.

It's rare to meet each other.

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