After viewing the chickens raised by the Saint of Chicken Soup, the grey-clad cultivation monk finally led the silent Lu Qingshan and Qin Yitian to a flat area behind the mountains of Chicken Soup Temple.
This was a huge platform.
The bell tolled at dawn and the drum sounded at dusk, while the cultivators inhaled clouds and exhaled mists.
Because of the terrain, the sky here always seemed particularly clear.
Several hundred monks, either bare-chested with bronzed skin or clothed lightly, sat cross-legged with eyes closed, meditating in concentration.
Not a single cultivating monk there opened their eyes or interrupted their cultivation due to the arrival of Lu Qingshan and Qin Yitian.
"This is the place where the martial monks of Chicken Soup Temple cultivate," the grey-clad cultivation monk introduced to the two.
Qin Yitian was somewhat curious, "But I see none of them inhaling or exhaling spiritual energy; what kind of cultivation is this?"