Here is a jubilant southern Tibetan river: full of wild deep green, first low bushes, and then towering arboreal forest, should be with the high hanging, valley bottom groaning water flow. Here you can see the chivalry style, but also enjoy the unique folk customs, butter tea, barley wine, hand-grabbed beef and mutton. If you encounter a festival like horse racing archery yak, you can see the enthusiasm that people gather in their bodies on weekdays the grandeur of the temple is high above the top of the Nadui group, majestic, and guarding the main traffic. In the distance is Naidui China-India border; troops stationed on the Bhutan border in the east, and the Paro Valley is there. There is a passage at the foot. The temple is surrounded by dense forests and the environment is quiet and beautiful. There is a clear spring outside the door, the source is long, the outlet is installed with copper casting faucet, it is said that drinking this spring water can be rickets to the disaster. It is rumored that many years ago, a monk in the temple picked up a baby boy, did not have suitable food to feed, and used a bowl to receive this spring water to feed, the result of the water became milk, nourished the baby to grow up, and finally took over to become a living Buddha, and then left overseas, and finally sent the photo back to the monastery for worship.