Qin Ye cast an intrigued gaze toward the elderly monk. "You can see my power?"

The old monk shook his head with tightly pursed lips. He couldn't see Qin Ye's power, but he could feel it, and he felt as if he were facing a boundless abyss!

Qin Ye hadn't intended to stay here for long, but he was rather intrigued now. He ignored all of the curious eyes around him as he gestured toward the temple and asked, "When was this temple built?"

He made his way toward the temple as he spoke, and the elderly monk immediately followed along behind him as he replied, "Three years ago."

Qin Ye nodded in response. "Who do you worship?"

"We worship the King Yanluo, Yanluo Qin," the elderly monk replied. "We've actually always been worshiping the former King Yanluo, and we were classified as a Taoist temple, but one day... Let me think how long ago it's been..."

He paused momentarily to gather his thoughts, then continued, "Roughly five to six years ago, all of the statues of the former King Yanluo across the nation suddenly cracked. In the eyes of normal followers, this isn't a significant event, but we know that this is a sign that our god has ascended to Heaven. At the same time, all of the Ksitigarbha statues cracked as well..."

He took a careful look at Qin Ye before joining his palms together as he continued, "It was also at that time that the national religion committee held a...