Hanging Temple, Floating Steps.
White mist ethereal, snow burying the ankles.
The old monk, Yang Dongxiong, Long Eying... all cast encouraging glances.
Liang Qu looked up towards the temple gate.
The words 'Hanging' shone with a brilliant golden light, as if hiding infinite profound meanings, causing the spirit to sway upon gazing; even closing the eyes, it would still shine brightly within the heart.
He never imagined that on his first visit to one of the Five Great Orthodoxies, without even entering the gate and after mere pleasantries, he would first face a centennial trial!
He withdrew his gaze.
"Master Dixian, how long will this trial take?"
Master Dixian twirled Buddha beads in his hand: "According to past precedents, at most three days."
"Respect is shown by obedience, the youngster will give it a try!"
"Come with me."
Master Dixian stepped off the Floating Steps and floated gently down.
