A Temple Rises from the Ground

A few days later, Lin'an City.

The former site of Cuiqing Brothel, the old Zhang Family grounds.

A brand-new temple rose from the ground. It could not be called resplendent in gold and jade, and it fell somewhat short of majestic grandeur.

The one-month deadline Wei Wu had given was indeed far too tight for You Wenqu.

With insufficient funds, leveling the ground, laying bluestone slabs, and building the main hall had already taken every ounce of effort.

But no matter what, being able to occupy such a vast plot of land in the very heart of bustling Lin'an City and build a temple there was no easy feat.

As the most painstakingly crafted part, the main hall was supported by thirty-six pillars, each several feet taller than even the gates of the Imperial Palace.

And at the very heart of the main hall stood the statue of Immortal Green Ox.

The statue towered like a pagoda. The immortal stood holding an ox, a smile on his face and his gaze cast into the distance, deep as the Abyss.

It was as though one glance could see through the ages, and another could pierce straight through the human heart.

The immortal's figure was slender and upright, his back like a sheer wall, forming a stark contrast with the divine ox at his side and behind him—massive and powerful, its every muscle knotted like coiling dragons.

Yet it was precisely this contrast that further accentuated Immortal Green Ox's mystery and ethereal lightness.

Today was the opening day of Immortal Green Ox Temple, and naturally, the people of the Capital City were abuzz with discussion.

Temples were sensitive places.

When common folk worshipped gods and sought immortals, they usually did so in secret in some remote wilderness.

Whether the gods answered or