In the setting sun, layers of clouds were dyed as red as fire, and the temples were bathed in the glow, as if they were plated with a layer of golden light.
A monk in plain clothes walked among the mountains, and the melodious bell and the murmuring sutra echoed in his ears.
As soon as he set foot on this piece of Buddha soil, Yingyuan felt calm and all the impatience seemed to be dispelled in an instant.
"Amitabha!"
With the Buddha's name, a golden road spread out from Nalantuo Temple and came to the foot of Yingyuan.
Ying Yuan stepped on the Golden Avenue and came to one of the Buddhist temples in Nalantuo Temple