The two of them trod over withered yellow leaves.
The trees planted all around came in a thousand strange shapes.
Some blossomed in spring, while others grew green leaves in autumn.
More peculiar still, some filled the air with floral fragrance for miles throughout winter, lingering without dispersing.
Yet most of the trees still followed the turning of the seasons.
Yellow leaves swirled through the air around them, while crisp crunching sounds rang out beneath their feet.
Occasionally, fierce winds blew down from the mountaintop.
Yellow leaves filled the sky, withering and whirling in flight.
Xu Zimo and King Qin You moved swiftly, reaching the mountainside in just half a day.
Along the way, they also saw quite a few scattered climbers.
Wuhua Temple stood midway up the mountain.
It was a temple rarely seen anywhere in the world.
Like some colossal beast, it stood towering amid the mountain peaks.
The temple's structures were perilous, yet wrought with uncanny craftsmanship.
Some great halls hung upside down from precipitous cliffs, while other temple buildings stood wedged within cracks in the rocks.
Standing before Wuhua Temple's gate,
one could sense the flavor of an ancient temple that had endured for a thousand years, something no other building could compare with.
Two towering, age-old bodhi trees stood planted before the gate.
The bodhi trees were like two old monks deep in meditation, quietly and wordlessly guarding either side.
They seemed to be telling the stories of all their years.
Their bodhi fruits swayed gently in the breeze.
Wuhua Temple's gates had been coated in deep vermilion lacquer.
They looked imposing and solemn.
Two scarlet lanterns hung before the gate.
On either side of the vermilion great gate stood two animals carved from bluestone.
Xu Zimo took a closer look and realized they were