Last summer, I took a four day trip to nearby Guang'An, to report on a few projects that my organization is helping with. One of the people that we visited lived in a fairly isolated area. As in, "Well, the main road is under construction, so instead taking you on a 45 minute motorcycle ride to the ferry across the reservoir and then hiking up another half hour from there, we're going to drive another hour to the back side of the mountain and hike for just over an hour to get there instead" kind of isolated. But not that I was complaining - coming up through the woods and cresting the ridge of the mountain, this is the view that I got:
Right around the bend was this building, which turned out to be a small temple, build and maintained by the farmers in the area.
Here is a small hint of what it looked like inside, minus a feeling of dust, dim light, and the feeling that something was still happening that had been going on for a very very long time indeed.
I'm not going to pretend like I know very much about what was going on inside, or even if the temple was Buddhist, Taoist, a combination of the two, or something predating both. I'm even reluctant to post the photos, but am doing so because, um, why? The word 'continuity' comes to mind...
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