The platform in front of the temple was paved with fine blue stones, but who knows how many years have passed since, as the crevices between the bricks were full of moss.
However, the platform was quite cleanly swept. On that vast platform, not a single fallen leaf could be seen, and there were faint traces of water having been sprinkled recently.
"The Buddhist sect truly is a pure land!"
Duan Rong couldn't help but sigh as he crossed the platform, stood before the temple gate, and looked up!
The temple gate was quite majestic, but many weeds grew in the gaps between the tiles on the roof, swaying with the mountain wind...
Under the eaves, a wooden plaque, already cracked and rotted, had the words "Kudu Temple" barely recognizable as it had peeled off.
On the stone walls jutting out on both sides of the temple gate was a carved couplet: The heavenly rain is broad, yet it cannot moisten rootless grass; the Buddhist sect is vast, yet it cannot save those without fate.
