Across from the dilapidated temple doors are two weathered statues. One depicts a kindly old man dressed in ancient attire, wielding a scepter, and of small stature. Beside him is a statue of a very old woman, though her posture retains an air of elegance, her expression remains blank.
The Earth Spirit's temple has fallen into disrepair, with all kinds of rubbish scattered within its walls. There's even a few piles of cow dung not far from Lin Chuan's feet, provoking a sigh of resignation from him.
"Old Xiao, you picked a good spot for this rundown temple. Even if no one worships you anymore, at least it's a place to shelter from the rain. Unlike my sanctuary, which not only lacks offerings but has been demolished to nothing, forcing me to retreat back to mountain form."
Suddenly, a deep male voice came from beside Lin Chuan, startling him. He turned his head to look but saw no one.
