Wang Ye had clearly noticed this strange issue as well.
He had originally only wanted to keep pretending to be a ghost and ignore Maitreya, but if he walked down like this, he would look like a complete idiot.
He coughed awkwardly twice.
Wang Ye straightened up again, and his face returned to its original appearance.
"Teacher, do you see that building at the mountaintop?"
"I think something's wrong with it!"
Wang Ye raised his head and gazed into the distance, speaking with a serious expression.
Maitreya fell silent as he watched Wang Ye's utterly seamless, perfectly natural transformation.
"No."
"Why is there a Daoist building in your Lingshan sacred ground?"
Wang Ye seemed to have suddenly noticed something and asked curiously.
If he had not mistaken it, the building atop the mountain was more Daoist in style, making it fairly easy to identify.
Lingshan's buildings generally featured gold and red as their primary colors.
They looked exceptionally solemn and dignified.
Daoist buildings, on the other hand, used gray-blue bricks and tiles, appearing simpler and more natural.
Most importantly, a Daoist Bagua was painted on the building's walls.
"Amitabha."
"I never said this was Lingshan's sacred ground."
Maitreya suddenly spoke.
This time, Wang Ye was genuinely bewildered as he carefully processed the information.
A Daoist sacred ground.
Yet it was connected to the Buddha, Maitreya was quite familiar with this place, and judging from the mural earlier, the Buddha seemed to have preached here.
No matter how he looked at it, the whole matter felt bizarre.
Something was wrong!
Far too wrong!
Wang Ye could not help but complain inwardly.
Maitreya clearly had no intention of explaining further. He simply strolled toward the mountaintop.
"Bald old bastard."
"You've hidden things pretty deeply."
"But judging by the situation in ancient times,