The lecture was held in the main hall, and all the imams from the nearby area were present.
In addition to the Alimu big mullah, there are three white-bearded grandfathers who can be called big mullahs.
There are no fewer than forty or fifty people from the imams who started school and the imams who took part in classes, plus some ordinary believers. .
Although Chen Mu was lucky enough to enter the main hall and sat in the front row, he was a rookie after all, so he sat down neatly after entering the door, and did not dare to make any unnecessary movements.
Many people in the hall noticed him and couldn't help but look at him a few times, but no one asked or talked about anything, and the discipline in the main hall was maintained very well.
Soon, the lecture officially began.
First, the big mullahs came on stage one by one, and then some imams who started school went up to give lectures, and they all seemed to be of good level.
The people in the hall listened fascinatedly, very seriously, and there was not even a little noise inside or outside the main hall.
To be honest, Chen Mu didn't understand much. Although he memorized the entire ancient sheepskin scriptures by relying on the golden finger of the map, he still belonged to the most elementary level, and he couldn't say that he had any cultivation in understanding the scriptures.
If you don't understand, you don't understand, but he sat meticulously during the whole process of listening to the scriptures, and he didn't dare to move. After all, everyone around him was so serious. If he moved too much, he would be too conspicuous, and he would easily attract hatred.
After finally making it 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.
"Xiaomu."
Not a while after he went out, he was looking at the scenery in the temple when he suddenly heard someone behind him greet him.
He turned his head to look, and when he saw who was coming, he quickly crossed his hands and stroked his chest with the understanding of a Uyghur junior meeting an elder, and bowed to salute: "God Salamaira, big mullah, hello."
Mullah Ali Mu came over and asked in a harmonious voice, "Xiaomu, I am very happy that you can come to our lecture this time."
"thanks for your invitation."
Chen Mu quickly said politely.
For the elderly, he sincerely respects them.
However, at the same time, he made up his mind that next time there is such an occasion, he will not come to participate, after all, he is not interested in these.
Mullah Alimu nodded to Chen Mu, then pointed to a middle-aged man beside him and said, "Xiao Mu, let me introduce you, he is my child Pazile, you can call him Uncle Pazile in the future. "
Chen Mu had noticed this person who had been following the big mullah for a long time.
When the imams in the main hall were giving lectures just now, this man was busy silently. When needed, he would quickly stand up and handle things in an orderly manner. People feel that they are extremely capable and polite people.
At this time, when he heard the introduction of Alimu Amula, the other party was actually the son of the big mullah, and he couldn't help but sighed "no wonder" in his heart.
However, what made him a little puzzled was that at this Pazile's age, he should usually call someone "big brother" according to the convention. You should be called uncle only because of your age... Chen Mu glanced at Mullah Alimu, and didn't correct anything, but just greeted softly and concisely: "Hello."
It is not allowed to 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 replied softly "Hello".
After Alimu Damao introduced his son to Chen Mu, he motioned for Chen Mu to follow him to the outside of the temple, and asked, "Xiao Mu, what do you think after listening to the lecture just now?"
Chen Mu was a little embarrassed.
Feelings or something... He really didn't.
Mullah Ali Mu glanced at Chen Mu, thought for a while, and sighed softly: "I also understand that it is a bit difficult for a young man like you to accept these things. I just want you to get in touch more. It’s just a little bit more about us.”
Chen Mu listened quietly, not knowing what to say.
Normally, he is a thick-skinned and thoughtful person, but at this moment, he feels that what he says is inappropriate, so it's better to be honest.
Ali Mullah said as he walked, "Let me tell you something, I hope it can dispel some of your scruples."
After a slight pause, the old man continued: "When I was young, I once went to the capital and participated in a meeting held by the imperial court. The main topic was about our development. I clearly remember that at the meeting, there was a A great leader whom I respect very much said this: On the premise of loving the country and the party, on the premise of abiding by the laws and regulations, and on the premise of seeking the well-being of the people, you can develop as you want, don’t worry , The imperial court also supports you."
After leaving some time for Chen Mu to think about this sentence, the old man went on to say, "Actually, a lot of things are caused by the chaos abroad, which has caused people to have prejudices on some things. What I want to say, old man, is that we It is different from them, I hope you will not be influenced by foreign countries, okay?"
Chen Mu was really convinced by the old man's words. No matter whether he was interested in this matter or not, he felt that from today onwards, he would look at it from an objective perspective... Well, he just didn't think they were weird anymore.
The three of them walked out of the mosque. Chen Mu kept thinking about what the old man said before, and his thoughts didn't get away for a long time, so he didn't speak again.
Mullah Alimu seemed to see Chen Mu's thoughts, and after a smile, he said in a harmonious voice, "Don't think too much, let nature take its course, here I have a sentence for you: When the sky breaks, when the stars float When the fall, when the oceans mix, when the grave is opened, everyone knows what they did before and after."
Hearing this sentence, Chen Mu was taken aback for a moment, and then said almost subconsciously: "Oh, this comes from verses 1-5 of Chapter 82 in the ancient scriptures."
The big Mullah Alimu was a little surprised, and then his eyes filled with smiles: "Okay, okay, it seems that you have already read the scriptures I gave you."
Chen Mu smiled a little ashamedly, he had memorized it completely by birth, and he didn't even know what it meant.
Mullah Alimu didn't continue to talk about this topic, but he couldn't hide the smile on his brows. He turned his head and said to his son behind him: "Pazil, Xiaomu is the most honored guest of our mosque. Tired, take him to Sokman Town for me to sit down and taste the most famous milk tea in the town."
After finishing speaking, he said to Chen Mu: "Xiaomu, I heard from Aizmaiti that you like our Uyghur butter milk tea, so you go with Pazile. There is a shop in Sukman Town that makes milk tea. It's best, you can go and have a taste."
"Thank you, Big Maulah!"
After Chen Mu saluted, he followed Pazile and left.
The old man stood in front of the temple gate, watching the backs of Chen Mu and his son going away, couldn't help but stroked his white beard, and said to himself: "This child looks like a fool on the surface, but in fact... He is a caring person!"