Chapter 338: Is This How You Cultivate?

```

Wangshan Temple.

The mountain was high and the forest deep, with the ancient temple standing at the peak, hidden among the clouds.

The occasional sound of the temple bell carried through the air, as if it were a heavenly realm on earth.

However... every citizen of Zhenyang City knew that while it might have been normal to call Wangshan Temple a heavenly place three years ago,

today, the stone steps were stained with blood at every inch, with bones at every level.

Many who could no longer survive in Zhenyang City fled to Wangshan Temple, only to be hunted and killed by demons on the steps.

Inside the ancient temple, weeds grew rampant, and thorns blanketed the ground.

Old Monk sat in front of a Buddha statue, chanting sutras with his eyes closed.

Tap, tap.

The sound of footsteps resounded, especially loud within the great hall.

The head of Wangshan Temple, with his eyes still closed, stopped chanting his sutras, "Who comes to visit?"