Qituo Mountain

Thirty miles east of Qinzhou City.

There was a mountain named Qituo.

The terrain was not high, yet it was extremely broad, stretching across heaven and earth like a reclining Buddha.

Lush woods and ancient cypress trees reaching into the sky covered the mountain, while a wide bluestone staircase of nine hundred and ninety-nine steps meandered up from the foot of the mountain straight to the summit.

This was the location of Baosha Temple, one of the three major sects of Longyou Circuit.

There was an old saying in the Longyou martial world: Across eighteen hundred miles of Longyou, half of the Incense-Fire Power belongs to Baosha.

Although this saying had some exaggeration to it, it nevertheless laid bare the terrifying foundation of this behemoth.

The night was already deep.

Yet on Qituo Mountain, the lights were still brightly lit.

A huge mountain gate stood tall, the peeling red lacquer revealing the timber beneath and exuding the profound weight of accumulated years.

Behind the mountain gate was the Heavenly Kings Hall.

It enshrined glaring Vajras holding ritual instruments and treading upon evil ghosts, appearing exceptionally ferocious under the flickering candlelight.

Further back was the Great Hero Hall.

The golden statue of the Great Buddha stood several zhang tall with its entire body gilded and its brows lowered, as if overlooking all living beings or perhaps looking down with indifference upon the mortal world.

On both sides of the main hall, the Incense-Fire Power burned incessantly all day long. Even in the dead of night, a rich scent of sandalwood still permeated the air, mixed with the sweet and cloying aura of burning ghee that intoxicated anyone who smelled it.

However, this was merely the superficial appearance of Baosha Temple.

Behind this resplendent front hall lay the true core of this