As Lin Heng narrated calmly, everyone outside Qingfeng Temple fell silent.
"So, it's not because there are too many swindlers in Daoism, but because too many of the great Daoists have made sacrifices?"
Xiao Yu murmured to herself, the Daoist's calm words, for some reason, struck her like a thunderbolt, leaving her stunned and unable to calm down.
All the incense burners, regardless of age, showed a complex expression.
"Why does it suddenly feel a bit stifling?"
"Looking at the photo in the frame, so Qingfeng Temple used to have many Daoists?"
"I have a Daoist Temple around here too, and the elders said it was once very prosperous. Unfortunately, when the Divine Land fell into turmoil decades ago, they all went down the mountain to save people. And now? That Daoist Temple has been demolished and replaced with a Temple..."
"Damn, it's the same here!"
"Can't be a coincidence, right? It's the same here too!"
"Count me in, count me in!"
