After asking around all the way, the group finally arrived at the Heavenly Dao Temple.
The mountain gate stood wide open, and crowds surged through it.
A towering incense burner was packed with thick incense sticks. Wisps of blue smoke curled upward into the clouds.
Devout men and women knelt in worship, some praying for wealth, others seeking healing.
"The Miao Borderlands are rife with witchcraft and gu poison. I never expected there to be a Han temple here that drew such devotion. I heard this temple was built only three months ago. Its master must be an extraordinary man."
Partridge Whistle could not help thinking of the young Daoist priest from that night.
That Daoist priest had clearly been dressed as a Han Chinese. Could he be the priest here?
It seemed this master truly was no ordinary man.
"It's Rongbao!"
Someone spotted the young Daoist receiving worshippers and found his face familiar.
They were stunned to realize that he was the very guide who had led them to the outskirts of Bottle Mountain.
Partridge Whistle walked over to Rongbao and asked, "Little brother, where is your temple master? Could you take us to see him?"
"The temple master?" Rongbao realized that he was probably asking about his master. "Master is in the rear hall. He should be free right now."
Rongbao led the four of them toward the back courtyard.
The moment they entered, they heard a clear, resounding crow.
"What a magnificent divine rooster! Could it be the legendary Angry-Eyed Chicken?"
Partridge Whistle's eyes lit up at the sight of the multicolored, golden-eyed rooster.
Was this not exactly the evil-breaking creature he had been seeking?
It seemed the owner of this place truly possessed a way to ward off evil. As long as they could borrow this