Above Yunmeng Mountain, dark clouds pressed from the sky, and lightning serpents danced wildly.
Xu Qing held three sticks of incense in his hands, facing the altar of heaven and earth. On either side of the altar, statues of the Judicial Gods, Thunder Department Gods, and the Nine Heavens Profound Lady were enshrined.
"Clutching at straws in desperation, do you really think worshiping gods will keep you alive?" The head monk, Dinguang, stared at Xu Qing with a gloomy expression, his words filled with mockery.
Xu Qing glanced at the old monk and said lightly, "Once, a great virtuous monk vowed to burn incense in temples, worship Buddhas he encountered, and sweep towers on his journey to obtain true scripture in the Buddhist realm. Master Jinghai, you are also a monk in a temple, yet you don't believe in the deities and show no reverence to the heavens?"