Pure Temple was an ancient temple that had stood for a hundred years, located at the side of a valley with flowing water beside it. As evening approached, Wang Lan and his group had just arrived at Pure Temple when the distant toll of the temple bell seemed to wash over everyone's spirit like clear water.
"What brings you to our humble temple at dusk, honored benefactors?" Although a middle-aged monk did not know the identities of Wang Lan and the others, the red license plate was clear enough. It was a military vehicle.
Coupled with the extraordinary aura of the person who alighted from the first vehicle, the monk instantly deduced that Wang Lan and his group were not mere tourists.
"We are from the Tianjian Bureau headquarters in Cloud Sea Province. Is Master Puhai of Pure Temple here?"
"Amitabha. Master Puhai is practicing in our temple, but he has been undertaking silent Chan practice for seven years now."
