Temples were actually much alike in their construction. They generally followed set specifications and forms, most of which were universal, with only occasional minor adjustments.
But the true Right Sound Dharma Temple that the Arhat had spoken of was built with exceptional orderliness-it followed the Buddhist Sect's specifications to the letter. Nor did it occupy much land, covering only about two-thirds the area of Chanwood Temple. Everything was clear at a glance.
The entire Dharma temple was quite plain, built mostly of mud bricks paired with wood that looked extremely old despite its coat of paint.
It was vastly different from the magnificent buildings outside the city.
Yuankong's expression was calm. People could be good or bad, and that did not change because they cultivated, nor because of what they cultivated.
The same held true for cultivators and Buddhist cultivators alike. Power was not the essence; the heart was.
Having lived in a Buddhist temple for as long as he could remember, Yuankong naturally needed no introduction. A quick sweep of his gaze told him roughly what each building was used for.
There were monks within Right Sound Dharma Temple too, but comparatively few. Only when passing the buildings did he occasionally see one or two Buddhist cultivators cultivating with their eyes closed.
There were no ordinary mortal Buddhist practitioners left within the Dharma temple. Everyone here was a cultivator.
Moreover, their cultivation was far from low. Yuankong, whom ordinary people could not sense, was like a great light bulb in the eyes of these Buddhist cultivators.
As Yuankong casually passed by, the Buddhist cultivators opened their eyes one after another and saluted him before closing their eyes to resume cultivating.
Yuankong returned every one of their salutes.
Walking alone, Yuankong naturally had a destination. After heading straight ahead for