บท 709: Letting Nature Takes Its Course

Daxing Temple's arena was an open field of over three hundred square meters. There were old pagodas at each corner. Some were made of wood while others were forged from stone. They all emanated righteous, compassionate, and peaceful vibes which merged in the center of the field and gave off a glow. It was as though the Buddha Realm had descended on this spot to let the audience, who was watching from tall tower some distance away, forget their worries and worldly desires. 

One could tell that once a martial artist entered this area, his soul would be greatly affected and his mind greatly disrupted. 

This was the homeground advantage of Daxing Temple. 

At the middle of each of the four pagodas, a monk in a red kasaya was sitting on each azure stone roof. They were either old or middle-aged, haggard or rosy, holding a "demon-subduing ring"ring or a long black whip.