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The bell is coming from Ho Quoc pagoda

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Phu Quoc pearl island faded in the sunset. The light on the other side of the mountain ridge, passed through, was not strong enough to light up the trees of the blue leaf forest. On this side, the car slid over the slope forward.
Flowers reed, painting grass swept along the wind, so it fluttered gently like the hand of a person gently caressing. Unconsciously, the chime of the rhythmic rhythm echoes in the air, echoing into the cliffs with a deep, deep sound. The whole delegation was surprised as if they were sinking into the peaceful space of a countryside of Northern Delta. But no, this is island land all year round. The bell sounded like a guide for the distant visitor to slowly step into the Buddha realm. Ho Quoc pagoda is located in Suoi Lon hamlet, Duong To commune, Phu Quoc district (Kien Giang), leaning against a cliff, facing the blue sea.

View of Ho Quoc pagoda. Listening to teacher Thich Truc Thong Kien, the abbot of the pagoda, everything was new and clear. Ho Quoc Pagoda is located in the Truc Lam Zen monastery system, which is both a place for Buddhist work, and meets the spiritual needs of the people and tourists visiting to worship. More meaningful in the middle of the wind, the pagoda displays majesty as to maintain the land position, to protect the Fatherland’s position forever. It turned out that behind the curved roofs of the pagoda, the bells rang concealed many sacred things. Through the towering three judges, I entered the ceremony courtyard. The warm sacred feelings seemed more pronounced. In the middle of the square, the jade Buddha statue placed under the bodhi tree is an image of the Buddha’s reincarnation of being the fruit of the fruit to make vows. Behind the jade Buddha, the four dragons touched the stone leading the way over 70 green stone steps. It is a dragon image of the Ly-Tran dynasty bearing the Vietnamese national spirit. Seeing the architecture here makes it easy to think of the temple citadels of the imperial land thousands of years ago. On the top of the tower, the grand hall of mighty palace is located in deep silence, on both the left and right sides are the empty bell floors. Standing on a windy height, the most impressive thing is still the bell. The temple bell early and late night only points a few moments, while the wind chimes ring happily around the clock. The sea breeze rushed past the thousands of trees and leaves, crept into the sanctuary to shake the wind chimes. Just like that, the music played together, sometimes the sound resounded, sometimes tinkled loudly. Just that much will help calm the soul, forget about the dust and dust. Bringing the group to visit Ho Quoc pagoda, driver Nguyen Huu Ngoc volunteered to be an enthusiastic guide who spoke clearly about the monastery with an expression of joy. He said that in order to have this 110-hectare spiritual population, workers have to work hard for more than a year to complete. All skilled craftsmen in the provinces of Bac Ninh and Hai Duong come here to build walls, work as carpenters, to build up the second largest pagoda in the Mekong Delta. If you have come to Phu Quoc but have not yet visited Ho Quoc pagoda, something very sacred seems to be lacking. So, despite the tight travel schedule, Mr. Ngoc enthusiastically carried the couple to the pagoda ceremony. Standing in front of the main hall, I looked away, the sky and sea seemed to blend together in the deep blue. On the background of that picture, only the boats stretching out and stretching are moving. The people here still tell each other that, when they go to sea, their eyes turn to Ho Quoc pagoda as if they are strengthened and more confident in their motherland to overcome all dangerous storms. The temple is like a lighthouse standing in the middle of a beautiful pearl island leading fishermen back in good luck. The afternoon gradually let go, the waves still rumble, the wind chimes are like the words of thousands of years of heaven and earth, the sea of ​​the homeland …

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