It is solemn. There are candles lit everywhere and the although the temple is full, no one is speaking and all you can hear are muted scuffling feet.  There is an eerie shadow cast on the walls that look like there are ghosts moving from this realm to the next.
Inside Temple, Inside Temple
monk
spirits of our ancestors
The spirits of our ancestors guide us. They are always watching. They will be there when we die, too.
Yes young monk? Who said that? It is us, the spirits of your ancestors! Really! Wow, what is your name? Your great grandfather Steven! Aye steve! How have you been! Well I mean I am dead you know...but not to worry I am here to watch over you! I feel much better with you here. This place is pretty creepy. Why do you say that, it is a temple afterall? The shadows and silence cause me to worry. Fear not, most fear lies in your head. I see, is it possible for me to see your face?