Qingmu Temple was not large and looked no different from an ordinary temple.
Before reaching the temple gate, Yang Fan had already detected a strong scent of blood. He quickened his pace, and as he had guessed, something had indeed happened.
Three monks lay in a pool of blood. Yang Fan tried to detect their breath, but they were already long dead, likely having perished about half an hour earlier.
The temple gate stood open. The smell of blood and the palpable aura of approaching death hit him in the face.
Entering the temple, evidence of a fight was apparent everywhere in the courtyard. Yang Fan leapt nimbly onto the rooftop.
Following the roof all the way to the rooftop of the Great Hall, he could see everything below clearly.
Seven or eight monks lay scattered on the ground, marked with bloodstains, and five or six individuals in black clothing were among them, equally lifeless.
