As an ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years, the incense offerings at the Northern Shaolin Temple are undoubtedly numerous.
If you look down from a high place, the first thing you can see is the densely packed pilgrims on the steps leading up to Zhongshan Peak.
Upon reaching the summit, the place was bustling with activity.
Its prosperity surpasses even that of a morning market.
Every now and then, someone would bang a gong and shout, recounting how much money someone had spent to buy the incense sticks, drawing the attention of those around them.
With thousands of pilgrims making their way to the Buddha, the entire mountaintop was shrouded in mist.
Even birds flying over the top of Zhongshan Peak get covered in the smell of smoke.
Inside a temple.
While Chu Qinghe and the others were looking around the interior of the temple, Qu Feiyan suddenly used her lightness skill to flash to the back of the Buddha statue.
Throughout the entire process, none of the monks in the temple noticed anything unusual.
A few moments later, when Chu Qinghe and the others walked out of the temple, Qu Feiyan returned to their side.
However, compared to before, the little girl's expression at this moment was somewhat intriguing.
Then, amidst the astonishment of Xiao Zhao and the other girls, Qu Feiyan said in a slightly complicated tone, "The Buddha statue inside the room was covered with real gold!"
Xiao Zhao exclaimed in astonishment, "That Buddha statue must have been at least three zhang tall, and that layer of gold on its surface was actually made of real gold?"
Qu Feiyan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Lin Shiyin, standing beside her, said slowly, "On Five Buddha Mountain, Zhongshan Peak, Xuanzhi Peak, and the other three peaks are merely the peaks used by the Northern Shaolin Temple to receive pilgrims; they can be considered the outer sect. The inner sect of the Northern Shaolin Temple is located on Fahua Peak. The Buddha statues on Fahua Peak, which are open to pilgrims for viewing, are all inlaid with gold. Aren't the Buddha statues on Fahua Peak all made of pure gold?"
Qu Feiyan shook her head and said, "I suddenly understand what the Northern Shaolin Temple has been using all that money for! It turns out it's all been used for this."
Apart from the extra gold bodies on these Buddha statues, the walls of every room in the temples they had visited earlier were also intricately carved with Buddha statues.
Even each temple can spend ten copper coins as incense money to allow worshippers and tourists to walk around the temple and touch the wall carvings on the walls.
By having those obviously hired people on the mountaintop touch the murals inside the temple, one can truly feel the Buddhist spirit and purify one's heart with the thousand-year-old Buddhist spirit of Northern Shaolin.
Yet, despite being within the Northern Shaolin Temple, everything seemed to have nothing to do with it.
For a moment, even Wang Yuyan was deeply troubled by the Northern Shaolin Temple's practice of secretly making money without affecting their status as Buddhist monks who remained detached from worldly affairs.
At this moment, Chu Qinghe suddenly spoke up: "Alright, we've had enough of looking around here, it's time to get down to business."
Upon hearing what Chu Qinghe said, the women also calmed down.
A moment later, when the group arrived at a relatively quiet and secluded place, with Shuimu Yinji leading Wang Yuyan, Chu Qinghe and the others used their lightness skills to quickly descend from the mountain peak and then move towards Fahua Mountain.
Under the effect of this concealment technique, the group did not disturb anyone as they ascended the mountain.
When they arrived at a quiet and deserted cliff on Fahua Mountain, Lianxing asked with some confusion, "Brother-in-law, weren't you going to the Northern Shaolin Temple to find someone? Why didn't you go to the Northern Shaolin Temple itself, but instead came here?"
In response, Chu Qinghe said softly, "We're not going to visit anyone, so why go to all this trouble? Just bring them over."
As he spoke, Chu Qinghe had a sudden thought.
In an instant, strands of the power of heaven and earth were rapidly pulled down by an invisible force and then slowly echoed above Chu Qinghe and the others.
Almost the instant Chu Qinghe mobilized the power of heaven and earth, pairs of eyes in the Northern Shaolin Temple opened simultaneously.
The direction their gaze fell was clearly in the direction of Chu Qinghe and the others.
Then, in the sight of Chu Qinghe and the others, a figure quickly stepped through the air from the Northern Shaolin Temple.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Chu Qinghe and the others.
The newcomer appeared to be slender, with an ordinary and aged face, yet he exuded a sense of peace. His eyes, however, were as bright as pearls, gleaming with a sharp light that seemed to possess a unique charm that could see into people's hearts.
The fluctuations of true energy emanating from his body also belonged to the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm.
Although the old man was only wearing what appeared to be an ordinary monk's robe, Chu Qinghe and the others could immediately tell that the robe was made of extremely fine silk.
The patterns on it are also different from ordinary silk fabrics; the swastika Buddhist pattern is clearly custom-made.
Furthermore, the shoes were spotless, and the materials used were definitely not ordinary.
I'm afraid that just this one piece of clothing the old man was wearing would be enough to support an ordinary family of three for half a year or even longer.
As Chu Qinghe and the others focused their gaze on the old monk, the old monk also turned his gaze to them.
When the old monk looked at Chu Qinghe and the others, his eyes flickered slightly before returning to normal.
However, to the old monk's surprise, although the fluctuations of the power of heaven and earth above Chu Qinghe and the others were particularly obvious, the old monk could not sense any fluctuations of true essence from Chu Qinghe and the others.
This scene caused a look of doubt to flicker in the old monk's eyes.
However, before the old monk could think further, the next second, Chu Qinghe gently opened the folding fan in his hand.
Within the old monk's perception, the power of heaven and earth that had been hovering above Chu Qinghe and the others dispersed and disappeared into the void.
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