However, just as the three were about to inquire, Zhao Douan reined in his horse, stared ahead, and said in a deep voice:
"From now on, follow my commands."
The Divine Dragon Temple had arrived!
Ahead, a vast and solemn temple complex, spanning a large area. Red walls and yellow tiles, the glazed roof of the Buddhist temple shimmered under the sunlight.
The Divine Dragon Temple once experienced booming incense, with countless devotees inside, and the sky was almost never free of the curling incense smoke.
But since last year's ban on Buddhism by the court, the Divine Dragon Temple had become desolate and deserted.
Now, the main gate is tightly shut, with not a soul nearby.
However, the sound of hooves from Zhao Douan's group still startled the temple. As they reined in and stopped, a side door next to the large closed temple gate opened, and several monks in robes walked out.
Leading them was the temple's "Guest Hall Master" responsible for receiving devotees.
