Not far from Lu Ran and his group, in a mountain stream.
The long, azure-gray stone steps meandered up to the vermillion mountain gate.
Two weathered stone pillars stood on either side, covered in moss.
A few large characters were elegantly carved above.
On the left, it said: "The sea of suffering knows no bounds."
On the right, it said: "Turn back and there's the shore!"
The gatekeeping monk held a demon-subduing pestle, the copper rings on it jingling with their slight movements, creating a tinkling sound.
The gray monk's robe was damp with morning dew, looking anything but lazy, even carrying an air of martial prowess!
It lacked any semblance of Buddhist tranquility.
The winding mountain path led upwards to the Great Buddha Temple.
Its overall scale was immense, surpassing even the Daluo Palace.
Moreover,
the entire decor was resplendent, at first glance, truly conveying a grand feeling.
And at this moment,
on the plaza in front of the Great Heroic Hall,
