Beside him, Chang Song: "...."
At least talk behind people's backs.
He coughed lightly, his expression slightly awkward.
"The temple..... is indeed quite basic."
He quickly turned to Jiang Li, "Miss Jiang, please come inside, Senior Brother is waiting for you in the side room."
"Alright."
As they entered the temple, Wen Jiaojiao kept turning her head to look around, asking as if she were inspecting:
"How long has your temple been built?"
Chang Song actually replied seriously, "Master Wen, it's been two hundred years."
"No wonder it feels so historic. How many people are in your temple?"
"Including Master, there are four people in total."
"Only four!"
"Yes."
Wen Jiaojiao pouted.
She had originally thought this Shuiyun Temple was big, but it turned out not only was the temple shabby, but even the Taoists inside were pitifully few.
It couldn't be compared to those in the Capital at all.
