I ran away from crazy Kowloon to visit Shatin’s 10000 Buddhas Monastery in greener, spacious New Territories.
The monastery is located very close to the metro station, both easy and difficulty to find depend on how keen you are with direction and environment. I followed the instruction from LP, got to the correct road and the correct intersection where I needed to turn and I turned right toward a temple with some Buddhas lining up the stair cases. But this turned out to be a local cemetery. There was a sign leading to the Buddha where I supposed to turn left but it was easy to miss because it wasn’t immediately visible and people tend to see the bigger size to Fuk Shan Tze (temple).
I walked along a small path lined up with fake golden Buddha statues. Some of them had funny and creepy facial expressions. Their hands were sticking out as if they would pat on my head the moment I turned away. This was definitely not to be visited at night.
The Buddhas I knew in the past usually were fat and had round, beautiful faces, but those at the temple were bonny and somewhat ugly. Sorry Buddhas. I didn’t recognize many of the Buddhas here so I took photos of those who I thought had very interesting features. I even assigned different names.
Crying Buddha
What’s up
Am I Hot?
So sorry
Pop Eyes
Why I’m Here?
Who Called Me?
Size x-small super model
There was a temple up on the hill and a vegetarian restaurant and many more buddhas. Quite interesting sight, and it’s free.
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