The Guest Monk was no fool. Seeing this, he turned to look at the woman.
"I'm also here as a tourist."
"The Buddha is merciful, and our gates are always open. If you two are thirsty or tired, the temple has a place for you to rest…"
The Guest Monk's portly face wore a warm smile.
"Thanks!"
The man thanked him and stepped into the temple.
This Shaolin Temple boasted a thousand-year heritage, a first-class ancient monastery. However, after experiencing the ravages of war, the original had long since vanished into the river of time.
The current temple was built by later generations in imitation of the ancient ruins.
The entire temple was vast and solemn. Inside, buildings like the Great Hero Hall stood majestically, exuding a dignified Buddhist air.
Incense smoke curled through the courtyard, the sound of chanting rose and fell, and a tide of people surged about, making it incredibly lively.
