Chapter 30

The sermon was held in the main hall, and all the imams in the neighborhood were present.

In addition to arimu Mullah, there are three big white bearded grandfathers who can be called big mullahs.

There are no less than 40 or 50 imams at the beginning of the school and those who are scattered. In addition to some ordinary believers, there are more than 200 people in the main hall. In addition, there are 600 people sitting on the ground outside the hall to listen to the Scriptures.

Although Chen Mu was lucky enough to enter the main hall and sit in the front row, he was a rookie after all, so he sat down in a proper manner after entering the door, and did not dare to make any extra actions.

Many people in the hall noticed him and couldn't help looking at him. However, no one asked or discussed anything. The discipline in the main hall was well maintained.

Soon, the lecture began.

First, the big mullahs came on the stage one by one, and then some imams at the beginning of school went up to give lectures. It seems that all of them are of good level.

The people in the hall were fascinated and serious. There was no noise inside and outside the main hall.

To be honest, Chen Mu didn't quite understand. Although he was able to memorize the whole chapter of the ancient yangpi Scripture with his golden fingers on the map, he was still at the primary level, and could not speak of any cultivation in understanding the meaning of the Scriptures.

In the whole process of listening to the Sutra, he sat meticulously and did not dare to move. After all, all the people around him were so serious that if he moved too much, he would be too conspicuous and easy to hate.

Finally, Chen Mu gave a long sigh of relief and walked out of the main hall with the flow.

"Xiaomu."

After going out for a while, he was looking at the scene of the temple when he heard someone say hello to him behind him.

He turned his head to see who the visitor was. He quickly used the understanding of the Uyghur younger generation to see the elder, crossed his hands, stroked his chest, and bowed: "God salamuala, great Mullah, hello."

Ali mu Damara came over and said in a harmonious voice, "I am very happy that you can come to our sermon this time."

"Thank you for your invitation."

Chen Mu said politely.

For the old man, he has sincere respect.

However, he made up his mind at the same time that he would not come to such an occasion the next time. After all, he was not interested in these events.

Ali Mu Da maola nodded to Chen mu, then pointed to a middle-aged man beside him and said, "Xiaomu, let me introduce him to you. He is my child pazile. You can call him uncle pazile in the future."

Chen Mu has long noticed the man who has been following Damara.

Just now, when the imams in the main hall were lecturing, this man was always busy in silence. When he needed to, he would quickly stand up and deal with the matter in order. When he didn't need to, he would go back to Ali Mu and sit quietly behind the great Mullah, giving people the feeling that he was an extremely capable and polite man.

At this time, when he heard Ali mu'a Mullah's introduction, the other party was actually the son of Da maola. He couldn't help but sigh with a kind of "no wonder".

However, what made him a little puzzled was that, at pazil's age, he should call people "big brother" according to the Convention. "Uncle" is a little old-fashioned. It's just like the old Uygur people who should be called Uncle Chen Mu took a look at Ali Mu Damao and did not correct anything. He just said hello quietly and concisely

Don't speak loudly in the temple, otherwise it will be considered disrespectful. There is nothing wrong with Chen Mu's simple greeting. The middle-aged man also nodded and whispered "hello".

After introducing his son to Chen mu, Ali Mu Damao motioned for Chen Mu to follow him outside the temple and asked, "Xiao Mu, what do you think after listening to the sermon just now?"

Chen Mu is a little embarrassed.

What do you think of He really didn't.

Ali Mu big maola looked at Chen mu, thought for a while, and sighed: "I also understand that it is a little difficult for young people like you to accept these things. I just want you to have more contact and know more about us."

Chen Mujing listened quietly and didn't know what to say.

At ordinary times, he is a thick skinned man with a heart to jump off, but at this moment, he seems to say nothing is appropriate, so it is better to be honest.

Ali mu Damara said as he walked, "I'll tell you one thing. I hope I can get rid of some scruples in your heart."

After a light meal, the old man continued: "when I was young, I once went to the capital and attended a conference held by the imperial court. The main topic was about our development. I remember very clearly that at the meeting, a great leader I respected said: "on the premise of patriotism and love for the party, abide by laws and regulations, and seek the well-being of the common people, you can develop as you like. Don't worry about it. The court also supports you."

After leaving some time for Chen Mu to think about this sentence, the old man continued: "in fact, many things are due to the chaos in foreign countries, which leads to people's prejudice on some things. What I want to say, old man, is that we are different from them. I hope you won't be affected by foreign countries, OK?"Chen Mu is really convinced by the old man's words. No matter whether he is interested in this matter or not, he thinks that he should look at it from an objective point of view from today on Well, I just don't think they're weird anymore.

When the three men walked out of the mosque, Chen Mu had been thinking about the old man's words. He did not leave his mind for a long time, so he did not speak again.

When mule opened his mind, he said: "when the sea is broken, everyone who wants to do it will not laugh at all."

After hearing this, Chen Mu was stunned and almost subconsciously said, "Oh, this is from the ancient scriptures. Ali mu Damara was a little surprised, and then his eyes filled with a smile:" good, good, it seems that you have read the Scriptures I gave you. "

Chen Mu laughed a little ashamed. He was born by heart and didn't even know what it meant.

Ali Mu Da Mullah did not continue to talk about this topic, but the smile between her eyebrows could not be concealed. She turned to her son and said, "pazil, Xiaomu is the most distinguished guest of our mosque. I'm a little tired today. Please take him to sokman town for me and taste the most famous milk tea in the town."

After that, he said to Chen Mu: "Xiaomu, I heard izmaiti say that you like our Uygur butter milk tea, so you can go with pazil. There is a shop in sokman town that makes the best milk tea. You can try it."

"Thank you, Mullah!"

After Chen Mu saluted, he left with pazil.

Standing in front of the temple gate, the old man looked at Chen Mu and his son's fading back. He couldn't help touching his white beard and saying to himself, "this child looks like a fool on the surface, but in fact It's a man of heart

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