Shen Luo and his two companions soon returned to Golden Mountain Temple. The Golden Cicada Dharma Assembly within the temple was to continue for three days, and countless pilgrims and worshippers had gathered there once again.
Even more people had come this time. The temple square could no longer hold them all, and many could only sit on the ground in the open space outside the temple.
To avoid disturbing the Dharma assembly, the three did not fly directly into Golden Mountain Temple. Instead, they landed on a hillside some distance away, drawing no one's attention.
Master Jiang Liu was preaching from the dais, his clear, resonant voice carrying far and wide. Even from where the three stood, still some distance from Golden Mountain Temple, they could hear him distinctly.
"We're finally back. There isn't much time left, Brother Shen. Let's get inside quickly," Lu Huaming said impatiently.
Shen Luo was equally anxious and nodded in agreement.
"What are you doing at Golden Mountain Temple?" Gu Hualing asked curiously.
"Why ask so many questions? Just follow us," Shen Luo said. Though he was going to investigate the organization that had destroyed Spring Autumn Temple with Gu Hualing, the matter of Spring Autumn Temple was still lodged in his heart, so his tone was naturally less than pleasant.
Gu Hualing snorted, somewhat displeased, but it was not easy for her to lose her temper.
"Many civilians perished in the ghost calamity in Chang'an City not long ago. We intend to ask Master Jiang Liu of Golden Mountain Temple to help deliver the wronged souls. Keep your demonic aura restrained, and don't let the monks in the temple notice it. Don't stir up unnecessary trouble," Lu Huaming explained from the side, also offering a warning.
"Who are you asking? Jiangliu?" Gu Hualing