Golden eaves and red walls, grand halls, the suspended bucket and flying eaves...
Beyond the mountain gate, indeed, there is a broad stone staircase descending all the way to the foot of the mountain.
Chen Yan, seated on the paper crane, could see at the end of the stone steps leading to the base of the mountain, there stood a tall stone archway, with a monument beside it.
Surrounding the monument, there was a dense crowd of people prostrating on the ground, bowing non-stop.
Burning incense and praying, just like devotees in a worldly temple.
When the paper crane flew across the sky towards the temple complex halfway up the mountain, some of the devotees at the foot of the mountain saw it, and they all pointed to the sky and shouted, then suddenly, with a clamor, they all bowed down and kowtowed.
