Shen Luo and his companions quickly returned to the Golden Mountain Temple. Inside the temple, the Buddhist ceremony of Golden Cicada was going on for three days straight, and at this moment, countless believers were once again gathered within the temple.
Even more people have attended this time; the temple square was overloaded, forcing numerous people to sit on the flat land outside the temple.
In order not to disturb the ceremony, the trio did not fly directly into the temple but landed some distance away on a slope without drawing any attention.
Master Jiang Liu was delivering his sermon, the sound of his solid preaching echoing from afar. The three of them situated at this distance could still hear him clearly.
"We've finally made it back. There's not much time left. Brother Shen, let's hurry inside," Lu Huaming anxiously suggested.
Shen Luo, equally concerned, agreed with a nod.
"What are you doing at the Golden Mountain Temple?" asked Gu Hualing curiously.