It wasn't long before Ye Ling and the three others had inadvertently far surpassed the other travelers by a great distance, ascending to the mountain peak and arriving at the gates of Vermilion Temple.
At that moment, two rows of young monks in robes, each holding a Senluo canopy parasol, softly chanted Buddhist incantations and slowly walked to either side.
Once the young monks took their positions, first came two others holding a wooden fish and a metal bowl, gently striking the Buddhist texts and murmuring with eyes closed.
Then, one by one, monks dressed in red kasayas emerged, holding Buddha Beads solemnly in their hands, their faces stern and respectful. These were high monks who had traveled from all around, having just completed a ritual ceremony.
