A small temple stood starkly atop the mountain, with no surrounding walls, just a main hall and two side rooms.
Locks were on all three rooms, but the locks had rusted, and the ground was overgrown with weeds. In the distance, on decaying wooden stumps, the wood-cutting axes also bore the spotted stains of rust.
Wang Daoxuan shook his head and murmured quietly, "It seems that someone once secluded themselves here for cultivation, maybe they met with an accident when they went out and never returned."
Li Yan asked, "Daoist, what should we do?"
Wang Daoxuan said solemnly, "Overturn the altar and break the temple!"
The three of them were quite agile. Wang Daoxuan took out a Magic Umbrella with the Eight Trigrams of Yin and Yang painted on it, and the tassels around it were adorned with various talismans.
Phut!