He didn't know why, but he felt a deep sense of despair in his heart.
Huihong Arhat didn't linger in the city for long. A day later, he took Zheng Fa straight to Leiyin Temple.
"Is this Leiyin Temple?"
Zheng Fa looked ahead and felt that his eyes were opened.
In front of him stood a towering peak, taller than any mountain Zheng Fa had seen. Strangely enough, the summit was not covered with snow, nor did it have rocks—it was an impressive, magnificent Buddhist hall.
In such a high position, the people in the hall might be able to look down and watch the sunset and reach out to pick flying stars.
Leiyin Temple is the top sect in the world, standing in the West Continent for several eras. It may have declined, but its inheritance has never been severed.
This place is naturally prosperous.
The houses, cottages, and courtyards ascend the mountain slope, densely packed, appearing like moss growing from the peak, vibrant yet chaotic.
