When Li Yan had been outside the stone door just now, he had suddenly felt as if the two of them had overlooked something. Usually, when a temple name or a plaque name was carved, wasn't it always above the main gate?
Why was there nothing above the door here, while instead, like decorative patterns, the words were carved inside two golden-threaded circles? And this kind of carving, in truth, did not feel abrupt at all. On the contrary, it blended perfectly with the Buddhist niche.
It was like carving a few great characters in strokes like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes onto jade. Not only was there no sense of discomfort, it instead added a different kind of beauty.
Placed on the Buddhist niche, the two words "Red Buddha" were filled with a solemn, dignified air. This place was also an underground space, a secret realm of the Red Buddha Temple, not a true temple. The lack of a sign above the stone door was also very much in keeping with the features of a secret realm.
Therefore, even though both Li Yan and Hong Yin were experienced, when they had come over earlier, they had not felt the slightest sense of wrongness.
But just now, after Li Yan's gaze swept over it and he saw no writing above the door, he had felt an empty sensation in his heart.
His heart could not help but stir, and he very quickly discovered the source of this feeling. This feeling could only be triggered unintentionally. If one considered the greater environment here, there was nothing improper about it at all.
But if one added in chance, as well as Li Yan's mortal experiences that were carved into his bones and engraved on his heart, many storefronts and pavilion entrances only