Hanging above the main entrance of the temple was a plaque inscribed with three bold characters, "Wuling Temple."
The three characters were written with gusto, full of ink, like clouds billowing and water flowing. Looking at their color, shape, density, dryness, connectivity, twists and turns, as well as the variation in thickness, all were innumerable, presenting a magnificent vision.
Clearly, these characters must be the work of a master calligrapher.
Unlike the other temples adorned with lavish decorations, Wuling Temple appeared much simpler. However, even so, one could tell that the incense offerings were very prosperous here.
The constant stream of tourists and pilgrims was unending, but it didn't come across as noisy, rather it carried an air of the human world."
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Zhong Niangyao strolled into the temple. She was genuinely interested in Wuling Temple, having come specifically for a visit, she naturally wanted to take a good look around.
