
Left: This Atlas Moth was kept in a cage. Larger than both my hands put together, I managed to overcome the initial repulsion of too-large-bugs to take a picture. Then I realised the grey papery leaves lining the cage were actually dead Atlas moths. Creepy. We stop for a break to taste famous tofu (in dessert and deep fried forms) made from mountain water.
Inside the temple, this "wok" is behind bars because its connection to a something like a "Loaves and Fishes" miracle: A very little uncooked rice had yielded into enough cooked rice to feed a thousand people.
We leave the temple after visiting the giftshop where a monk explained to us how the different objects had been blessed.
The path to the Flying Water Pool passed by the "Tree of Love". Aunt 5 had hoped I would benefit from touching the tree or perhaps tying a red string on it. But as you can see, the tree is longer - all that remains is something that looks like modern art.
The path further led us down the mountain. I think again to modern art analogies when I encountered more plaques displayed near trees. Were they actually describing the trees, or were they more "things to think about"?
This cobblestone path was meant to be walked on - the foot massage activates pressure points that are supposedly good for health. But definitely not comfortable. 
















































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