When a flash of anger toward the young man welled up in Baoxiang Bodhisattva, the surrounding environment shifted once again.
"Bodhisattva, what do you think of this temple?"
The young man pointed to the scenery before them. Towering skyscrapers surrounded the area, but right at the center stood a quaint temple with pavilions, terraces, and storied buildings. The Bodhisattva's face was benevolent, the Arhats looked majestic, and beneath turquoise tiles and inside a yellow-copper cauldron, bundles of tall, crimson incense burned continuously.
Chapter 610