As quiet as it used to be, inside Daluo Temple's main hall was where they had their Master Abbot and rectors here to recite mantras and give the other monks homework.
But now, it was vast and empty.
Even with Lin Jin, Zhi Nian, and the others, it was still too quiet.
Because they were the only ones left in Daluo Temple now. More than a thousand of their monks had died in the hands of those evil immortals.
Lin Jin told Zhi Nian about it while the latter had actually witnessed it himself.
In fact, when the black clouds began surrounding Daluo Temple, their abbot had a premonition of how severe the situation would become so he had had the younger monks follow Zhi Nian down the mountain through a secret path.
Upon hearing this, Lin Jin felt excited.
"How many monks descended the mountain with you?" Lin Jin asked. Zhi Nian answered, "Three hundred and eighty-seven."
Lin Jin nodded.