As a result, the rain continued until late into the night.
The sky above, from a hazy dusk, turned to a pitch-black darkness where one could not see their own hand in front of them.
Unable to leave the temple, they were forced to stay in the decrepit old temple. By the time it was eight o'clock, Xu Xiangyang had finally given up hope and started to think about how to get through the night.
First was accommodation.
With nowhere else to go, they could only stay in the temple and find a spot to crash for the night.
Every nook and cranny of the abandoned ancient temple was cloaked in cobwebs, but the inner structure of the temple was intact; Xu Xiangyang even found some expired food on the offering table, likely left by local elders.
This indicated that people still visited here occasionally, just not frequently. Bearing this in mind, Xu Xiangyang searched the area and indeed found a broom and dustpan behind the door.
