The Ancient Temple was large, and so was its gate.
Arriving at the entrance to the Ancient Temple, Chen Lin stopped to peer into the courtyard.
The courtyard was enormous as well.
Directly opposite the entrance stood a screen wall shaped like the hilt of a gigantic sword.
Chen Lin walked through the gate and stood before the screen wall, looking at the three large characters written vertically upon it-Demon-Suppressing Temple!
"Demon-Suppressing Temple?"
Zhao Mengru gasped beside him.
Chen Lin immediately turned toward her with a questioning look.
"What, you know that name?"
Zhao Mengru nodded. "I've heard of it, but only in legends. According to certain ancient records, a gigantic palm that could hold up the heavens once descended from the sky here in Pingyang City. It carried surging demonic energy, turning countless people into demons and plunging all living things into misery. Later, a group of eminent monks who had attained the Dao passed through here. They purified the demonic power with supreme Buddhist power and established the Demon-Suppressing Temple to seal the demonic palm."
At this point, Zhao Mengru pointed upward. "Legend has it that Maple Leaf Lake was formed by that palm's strike. It used to be called Demonic Palm Lake. Of course, these are all legends, and I always thought that was all they were. But now it seems they might actually be true!"
Chen Lin had never heard this story before and was utterly astonished.
Legend had it that cultivators of the ancient era could summon the wind and call down the rain. If these truly were ruins left over from that age, there might indeed be extraordinary treasures inside the temple.
Just then, something occurred to him. He looked at Zhao Mengru and said, "Then do you think the underground passage we were