The pursuers behind them were gradually catching up.
Wu Dayi and the others hurried toward the Divine Temple. They were fleeing for their lives, so they had no time to take a closer look at the temple before them.
They saw Demon Sect disciples coming and going throughout the temple, apparently making preparations for the sacrificial ceremony.
After finally avoiding notice, He Dazhi and the others found a large hall with few people and slipped in quickly through a small rear door.
He Dazhi, Wu Dayi, and Sixth Senior Brother split up and hid on the beams. Zheng Dali hid behind a stone platform, while Zhang Xiaofan found two enormous statues nearby and hid behind them.
From the beams, He Dazhi saw countless Demon Sect disciples sitting cross-legged in the hall before the statues. Wu Dayi and the others saw them too, and their mouths all fell open!
So this was where the most people were!
The Demon Sect disciples before the statues might have been doing their daily devotions, or perhaps meditating and circulating their energy.
He Dazhi and the others didn't dare make a move.
"Splish, splish, splish!" The sound of trickling water suddenly rang out in the quiet hall.
The few of them turned toward the sound, curious. When they saw what was happening, their mouths all fell open!
Little Fatty was standing behind one of the statues, pants down, relieving himself against its heel.
A Demon Sect disciple near the statue curiously circled around it to investigate the sound. There he saw Luo Yunji, who had just finished shaking himself and was about to pull up his pants, as well as Zhang Xiaofan standing beside him.
Little Fatty waved a paw at the Demon Sect disciple. "I couldn't hold it in!"
"Ahhhhhhh!" The Demon Sect disciple