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The lecture was held in the main hall, and all the imams from this area were present.

In addition to the big mullah Alimu, there are three grandpas with white beards who can be called big mullahs.

The rest of the school imams and sanban imams are no fewer than 40 or 50. In addition to some general communication congregants, the number of people in the entire main hall is more than 200, and the number of people sitting in the open space outside the hall is 600. .

Although Chen Mu was fortunate enough to enter the main hall and sat in the front row, he was a rookie after all, so he sat properly after entering the door and didn't dare to make any extra moves.

Many people in the hall noticed him and couldn't help but look at him a few times, but no one asked or discussed anything. The discipline in the main hall was maintained very well.

Soon, the lecture officially began.

First, the big mullahs played one after another, and then some imams who started school came up to give lectures, all of whom seemed to be of good level.

The people in the hall heard mesmerized, very serious, and there was not even a bit of noise inside or outside the main hall.

To be honest, Chen Mu didn't understand it well, even though he memorized the ancient sheepskin scriptures with the help of map gold fingers, he still belonged to the most elementary level, and there was no cultivation in understanding the scriptures.

He didn't understand, but he sat meticulously during the whole listening process and didn't dare to move. After all, everyone around him was so serious. If he moves too much, he will be too conspicuous and easy to hate.

After finally getting through to the end of the lecture, Chen Mu let out a long sigh of relief and followed the crowd out of the main hall.

"Xiao Mu."

Not long after he went out, he was looking at the scenery in the temple, and suddenly heard someone behind him greet him.

He turned his head to look, waited to see who the person was, and quickly used the understanding of the younger Uighurs to see the elders, crossed his hands on his chest, bowed and saluted: "God Salamuela, hello, Mullah."

Mullah Alimu walked over and asked in harmony: "Xiaomu, I am very happy that you can come to our seminar this time."

"thanks for your invitation."

Chen Mu quickly said politely.

For the elderly, he sincerely respects.

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

Mullah Alimu nodded to Chen Mu, then pointed to a middle-aged man next to him and said, "Xiao Mu, let me introduce you to him. He is my child Pazil. You can call him Uncle Pazil in the future. "

Chen Mu had already noticed this person who had been following Big Mullah.

Just now when the imams in the main hall were preaching, this person was busy silently. When needed, he would quickly stand up and handle things in an orderly manner. When not needed, he would go back and sit quietly behind the big Mullah Alimu. People feel like an extremely capable and respectful person.

At this time, he heard Alimu Amura’s introduction that the other party was actually the son of the Big Mullah, and he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

However, what makes him a little puzzled is that at the age of this Pazil, he should usually call people "Big Brother" as usual. The title "Uncle" is a bit old, just like a Uighur old man. He should call the uncle at his age...Chen Mu glanced at the Alimu Mullah, did not correct anything, just greeted softly and concisely: "Hello."

You can't speak loudly in the temple, otherwise you will be considered disrespectful. There is nothing wrong with Chen Mu's simple greetings. The middle-aged man also nodded and whispered "Hello" back.

After Alimu Damao introduced his son to Chen Mu, he signaled Chen Mu to follow him outside the temple and asked: "Xiao Mu, what do you think of the lecture just now?"

Chen Mu was a little embarrassed.

Feelings...he really didn't.

The Mullah Alimu glanced at Chen Mu, thought about it, and sighed lightly: "I also understand that it is a little difficult for young people like you to accept this, and I just want you to get in touch. It’s just a little bit more about us."

Chen Mu listened quietly, not knowing what to say.

He is usually a thick-skinned and out-of-heart person, but at this moment, he feels that he seems to say nothing is inappropriate, so it is better to be honest.

Alimu Da Mullah walked and said, "I'll tell you one thing, I hope it can dispel some of your scruples."

Leave some time for Chen Mu to think about this sentence, and the old man went on to say: "In fact, many things are caused by the chaos abroad, which has caused people to have prejudices on some things. Old man, I want to say that we It’s different from them. I hope you won’t be influenced by foreign countries, okay?"

Chen Mu was truly convinced by the old man's words. Regardless of whether he was interested in this matter or not, he felt that from today onwards, he would have to look at it from an objective angle...well, just no longer thought they were weird.

The three of them walked out of the mosque. Chen Mu kept thinking about what the old man had said before. He didn't get out of his thoughts for a long time, so he didn't speak any more.

The Alimu big mullah seemed to see Chen Mu's mind, and after smiling, he said in harmony: "Don't think too much, let it be, here I want to give you a sentence: When the sky breaks, when the stars float When you fall, when the ocean mixes, when the tomb is uncovered, everyone knows everything they have done before and after."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Mu was taken aback, and almost subconsciously said: "Oh, this comes from the 82nd chapter of the ancient scriptures 1-5."

The Mullah Alimu was a little surprised, and then there was a smile in his eyes: "Well, well, it seems that you have already read the scriptures I gave you."

Chen Mu smiled a little ashamed, he was completely memorized from birth, and he didn't even know what it meant.

Mullah Alimu did not continue to talk about this topic, but the smile between her eyebrows could not be concealed. He turned to the son behind him and said: "Pazil, Xiaomu is the most distinguished guest of our mosque. Tired, you take him to Sokman Town for a sit and taste the most famous milk tea in town."

After that, he said to Chen Mu: "Xiaomu, I heard from Aizmati that you like our Uyghur buttered milk tea, so you can go with Pazil. There is a shop in Sokman that makes milk tea. The best, you can go have a taste."

"Thank you, Mullah!"

After Chen Mu saluted, he followed Pazil and left.

The old man stood in front of the temple, looked at the back of Chen Mu and his son, and couldn't help touching his white beard. He said to himself: "This child, on the surface, looks daunting, but in fact... …He is a caring person!"