Following Qingnan into Great Virtue Temple, Yang An saw the procession welcoming the Holy Child ahead. The two of them walked at the very back and, instead, received no attention at all.
For some reason, as they were about to enter the grounds of Great Virtue Temple, Yang An's gaze briefly swept over the hundred-zhang-tall golden Buddha statues standing in every direction.
In the unseen depths, it seemed as though gazes from those golden Buddha statues swept over him before quickly moving away.
Those eight majestic and imposing golden Buddha statues were certainly not ordinary decorations. Since they had been erected at the eight cardinal points of Great Virtue Temple, they were evidently of utmost importance.
Since he had already come here as an undercover agent, he had to commit the layout of Great Virtue Temple, as well as these buildings and facilities, to memory. They might prove useful someday.
Once they entered Great Virtue Temple, calling it a temple hardly did it justice. The place stretched beyond the limits of sight.
Lights blazed everywhere, and a dazzling array filled the eye. Golden Buddha statues receiving incense offerings could be seen atop all manner of buildings, while countless monks threaded through the streets.
Every one of their shaved heads gleamed and reflected light. Yang An even suspected that Great Virtue Temple did not actually have many lamps; it relied entirely on the light refracted from these fellows' heads. Each one was a walking light bulb, which was why the place was so bright.
Still, quite a few monks caught Yang An's attention.
Whenever the procession welcoming the Holy Child passed through the streets, numerous monks in plain gray robes would kneel in unison, press their palms together, and bow their heads extremely low.
Only after the procession had gone some