Fanyin Temple was large in scale, with buildings and temples built along the mountain terrain. The yellow glazed tile roofs shone faintly under the moonlight, resembling the halo behind a Buddha statue, solemn and serene.
Lin Tian ran up the last few steps and stood in front of the heavy wooden door about to knock when the door creaked open by itself.
Could it be an automatic door? Or was it equipped with a camera? Had temples become so advanced these days? Just as Lin Tian was filled with questions, the door opened, revealing a young monk behind it.
This young monk appeared to be only about thirteen or fourteen, dressed in loose hemp clothes, with rosy lips and white teeth. How was it that there were still children becoming monks in this era? Becoming a monk wasn't easy in modern society; one needed specific qualifications, with some universities even offering courses in Buddhism.
