"Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong... clang clang clang clang clang clang clang..."
"Dong dong dong... clang clang clang... dong dong dong... clang clang clang..."
"Dong clang... dong clang... dong dong dong dong... dong dong clang..."
As soon as they got off the car, Xiao Feng and the others heard the sound of drums and gongs coming from Anping Temple.
The rhythm was distinct, like a celebration of a harvest in the village, with young women and wives wearing red ribbons around their waists, each holding a fan and dancing the Yangko.
"Temples are supposed to be places of tranquility, so is all this drumming and gong striking appropriate?" Zhen Jinghan frowned and said.
Xiao Feng thought for a moment and guessed, "Maybe they've been repressed for too long, and now they're finally able to vent properly, so their form of expression is a bit over the top."
