Soaring Cloud Temple, in the courtyard.
When Master Yi Deng finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the temple.
Those monks finally reacted. Suddenly, there was a wailing sound throughout the temple.
"Master Abbot, I grew up in Soaring Cloud Temple and never went down the mountain... If I go down the mountain, I don't know what to do. Please, don't close the temple!" A young monk put his hands together and said in grief. At the same time, his eyes were slightly red.
Although he asked Yi Deng like this... he knew it very well in his heart that monks didn't lie.
Since Yi Deng was so blunt just now, he was afraid there was no possibility of reversing this matter.
"Master Abbot, we will not leave. Soaring Cloud Temple is our home and our roots. If we go out now, I am afraid that there will be no place to accommodate us!" An elderly monk looked at the back of Yi Deng and said hoarsely.
