Jinghua Temple!
Zhi Ming was shocked when he saw these words.
"Master, I remember that there are records in the Buddhist scriptures that the Jinghua Temple is a million-year-old ancient temple built in the suburbs of the royal capital of the Borneo Kingdom."
"Why is it here?"
Hui Yuan walked to the stone tablet and looked at it.
"Amitabha. The Buddhist scriptures don't have complete records of Jinghua Temple. They omitted lost a lot of its history."
"And according to my understanding, the Jinghua Temple declined sixty thousand years ago. At that time, they seemed to have offended a demonic path mighty figure and were killed overnight."
"As for why the temple appeared here… I guess someone used a spell to move the entire temple."
Zhi Ming nodded repeatedly. "Amitabha, I see!"
He looked up at the interior of Jinghua Temple.
Everything was in ruins and desolation. A cold wind blew. It was terrifyingly gloomy.
