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Pagodas like a forest, all hanging in midair.
This scene's awe cannot be felt without seeing it firsthand.
And that vast head monastery, purely suspended by its own material, with no end in sight, totally overturned Jiang Wang's understanding of temples. Could such architecture exist in this world?
Indeed, it is the eastern holy land of Buddhism, where countless disciples recite day and night.
Jiang Wang flew through the forest of towers, heading straight for the Hanging Monastery's main temple.
On his left was the elder monk Ku Jue, on his right, Monk Jing Li, looking quite like two protector Vajras. Closely flanking him on both sides, they provided "protection" very thoroughly.
"Respected masters," Jiang Wang thought it over and said, "Your monastery is very spacious, there's no need for you to stay so close."
