The Red Cloud Temple stood on Yutang Mountain, eighty li northwest of Zhongjing. Its Taoist lineage stretched far back, and it was an officially invested protectorate temple of the Great Jing Dynasty. Its abbot had even been granted the title "Mystic Transformed Protectorate Heavenly Master, Jade Pillar of Scarlet Yang."
Of course, that was how the common people saw it. Within the cultivation world, the Red Cloud Temple had always been one of the leaders of the Daoist Sect. It inherited the "Jade Pure Red Cloud Scripture of Subtle Words," whose subtle words held great righteousness. It cultivated the innate Yin Yang Qi, studied the life and death of all things beneath heaven, and delved into mysteries so fine and profound that it was no inferior to the White Cloud Temple's "Innate Taiqing Rootless Cloud Qi Scripture."
And as Lu Zheng understood it, the Red Cloud Temple also had an old monster stationed in the Back Mountain, someone on the same level as Dongyang Zi and Zen Master Dejie. That placed it a tier above sects like the Jinhua Sect and Qingwei Palace.
"Wow! It's so spectacular!" Shen Ying exclaimed.
It was already the next day. Lu Zheng and the others had arrived at the foot of Yutang Mountain by carriage.
Yutang Mountain's terrain was not as imposing as White Cloud Mountain's, but the Red Cloud Temple and White Cloud Temple were entirely different in style.
Though White Cloud Temple was famous and magnificent, its overall layout remained hidden amidst the mountain forest, steeped in a clear and untrammeled air.
The Red Cloud Temple, on the other hand, had been built high upon the mountain, its entire complex openly displayed before all.
Red-lacquered walls matched with white stone bricks, glazed tiles paired with azure wooden beams, gilded flying eaves,