Under the towering banyan tree stood the old, dilapidated temple.

The wooden walls bore marks of dampness, and moss even grew at the corners of the outer walls, persistently returning despite efforts to remove it.

Even though the temple was relatively clean, it was still considered decent among the privately established temples in remote villages.

However, when He Jun saw the Xuanqing Temple, where the revered Xuanqing Gong resided, he was almost breathless with disappointment.