(The fifteenth monthly vote... I have to say, fellow Daoists, you're voting faster than I expected. So you really won't loose the hawk until you see the hare...)
On the other side were the police. The two sides kept scrupulously out of each other's way, and even seemed to be cooperating.
Tang Changsheng found it strange. A heavy sense of danger also rose within him.
Deep in thought, Tang Changsheng looked toward the end of the alley. Only the signboard above the temple gate was visible. It bore the words "Skanda Temple." Though old, it was clean and spotless.
"What the hell is going on? Something's wrong!"
Tang Changsheng suddenly looked up at the sky. It was still afternoon, and though the sky was overcast and the sunlight far from fierce, it was broad daylight. Through layer upon layer of clouds, the Solar True Fire could still sweep across the world and drive back every monster and evil spirit.
Yet something about the temple and its surroundings felt strange. More than strange—it was downright uncanny.
This Old City District was crammed with two- and three-story buildings and packed with residents.
But Tang Changsheng had stood there for some time without seeing a single person come or go...
Even the silence all around had the deathly stillness of a place with no one in it...
There's something wrong with Skanda Temple! The thought flashed through his mind.
Da Xiang spoke in a low voice. "They were all here when I arrived!"
He pointed to the hardened men and the police officers.
The men knew that the person before them was Master Tang of the General's Temple, and they regarded him with extraordinary awe. The deeper a man lived in the underworld, with his head hanging from his belt and his life