The Great Zen Temple is immensely large, serving as the ancestral court of the Zen Sect and the undisputed leader of Buddhism after the Zen and Esoteric struggle. Its architecture within the temple reaches the level described in the "Aphorism of the Palace," where every five steps a tower, every ten steps a pavilion.
"It's a pity that, no matter how magnificent the architecture, it eventually turns into scorched land." Yi Yeshu suddenly lamented.
"It's all the fault of those blasphemers against Buddhism," a trace of coldness flashed across Mountain Hermit's face, "Nalanda Temple resorted to the Three-faced God's power and has thoroughly drifted into evil ways. If it weren't for having the Taoists as opponents, Xinyuan Abbot would have long made Nalanda Temple pay the price."
'Does that mean I saved those Peacock Thieves from disaster...' Yi Yeshu thought silently.
He glanced meaningfully at Mountain Hermit beside him, secretly labeling him as Xinyuan in his heart.
