In the Soaring Cloud Temple, the inner hall, an empty square.
In the middle of the square, there was a square pool. In the pool, the water looked a little turbid. Occasionally, a few small fishes swam around. The sun shone from the sky. At the bottom of the pool, many coins reflected the light faintly.
In the four corners of the square, there were four incense burners.
The white smoke floating in it kept on going, letting the entire square be filled with a fragrance of Buddhism.
This square was a place for pilgrims to pray and monks to practice martial arts.
Now, the atmosphere here was very strange.
Dozens of monks stood neatly in the square.
Master Yi Deng was standing next to Ye Bei with a crouched body and respectful expression.
"Ancestor, Yi Deng has prepared a Buddhist banquet for you, do you go now?"
"No." Ye Bei shook his head slightly.
When speaking, his deep eyes scanned the temple lightly.
Listening to a lord's remarks is better than reading books for ten years.