"That is no temple, but a den of depravity." Cui Qiao gazed toward the golden Buddha statue atop the mountain, her face filled with disgust. "Those women climbing the mountain are not going there to pray to Buddha. They are going to take part in the Sun-Moon Temple's selection of monks."
"Women taking part in a temple's selection of monks?" Song Wen looked astonished.
Cui Qiao said, "There is only one man in Sun-Moon Temple: its patriarch—Dingguang Buddha. He is not selecting monks at all, but playthings. However, Dingguang Buddha has offered extremely generous terms, drawing countless shameless women like moths to a flame."
At this point, Cui Qiao seemed to recall something that filled her with indignation. The disgust in her eyes turned into blazing fury.
"There isn't a single good man under heaven," Cui Qiao said viciously.
Once the words left her mouth, she seemed to feel they were somewhat inappropriate. Turning to Song Wen, she spoke with a hint of apology.
"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, do not misunderstand. I was not referring to you."
Song Wen raised a hand and rubbed the tip of his nose with an embarrassed smile.
He felt that Cui Qiao was talking about him.
"Who exactly is Dingguang Buddha? Why have I never heard of such a person? And why would the Cui Family allow someone else to establish a force in Jade Terrace City?"
Cui Qiao said, "This temple is merely a branch hall of Sun-Moon Temple. The true Sun-Moon Temple lies on an island in the south, several hundred thousand li from here. I do not know Dingguang Buddha's origins either. I only know that he is a Buddhist cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm. Sun-Moon Temple can help the Cui Family guard the south and prevent the Demon Race