"Benefactor, please stop. Recently, Pujue Temple is closed, and we are not welcoming pilgrims. Please go back."
Two monks sweeping the ground courteously said to Wang Longhu in English.
But little did they know, during his school days, Wang Longhu's worst subjects were English and mathematics.
Bang! Bang!
Without doing anything, Wang Longhu saw the two monks collide with the walls beside the temple gate, their backs pressed against the wall, unable to move.
Their expressions were utterly terrified, wanting to call for help, but they found they couldn't make a sound.
Wang Longhu easily entered the temple, heading directly toward the main hall at the center of the temple's central axis.
Upon entering the temple, he could easily sense that the target he was seeking was there.
"Stop! Who are you to dare trespass into Pujue Temple?"
Wang Longhu's intrusion quickly caught the attention of a large number of monks in the temple.
