Chapter 1570

Just as Tang Seng was riding the White Dragon Horse through a small path,

the scenery ahead suddenly opened up.

He saw that an extremely magnificent Daoist temple had appeared before him.

It occupied a vast area, with pavilions stacked layer upon layer; looking at it from afar, it was a unique sight.

Gazing at the temple ahead, Tang Seng could not help but ask:

"Sun Wukong, what place is this ahead?"

"Do you know?"

Sun Wukong activated his Fiery Eyes and Golden Gaze, observing carefully for a long time, but he could not make heads or tails of it.

After all, although Sun Wukong had not been suppressed under Mount Wuzhi for five hundred years as in the original Primordial history,

during those five hundred years, Sun Wukong had basically stayed on Mount Huaguo and had not traveled throughout the Primordial World.

Furthermore, Sun Wukong had been born quite late.

Therefore, Sun Wukong was unaware of the existence of the Wuzhuang Temple before him, or even the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, Zhen Yuanzi.

"Master, this disciple also cannot tell what place lies ahead."

"However, what this disciple can be certain of is that it is either a monastery or a Daoist temple."

Hearing what Sun Wukong said, Tang Seng was not surprised at all.

After all, in this Primordial World, besides temples and Daoist temples, who else could build structures on the mountain peaks?

Were there any other factions?

There were none.

"That is excellent. The sky is growing late, so we, master and disciples, shall go and ask to stay the night."

"After the exhaustion of this journey, this master has not had a good night's sleep."

At this moment, Tang Seng had made up his mind to go and ask for lodging.

Afterwards, Tang Seng, Sun Wukong, and the group of six master and disciples did not spend much time before arriving before the mountain gate.

Upon arriving at the mountain gate, Tang Seng noticed a huge stone tablet beside it.

It was engraved with ten large characters.

These ten characters were: "Blessed Land of Mount Wanshou, Cave Heaven of Wuzhuang Temple."

"Fine calligraphy, truly fine calligraphy!"

Although Tang Seng was a monk, he still had some research into calligraphy.

Thus, seeing the ten large characters on the stone tablet, he praised them subconsciously.

As for Sun Wukong, Marshal Tianpeng, and General Juan Lian, when it came to calligraphy, they were like someone with five of their six orifices blocked—completely ignorant.

Even after looking back and forth, the three of them could not see anything special about the ten characters on the tablet.

"Alright, let us go in together!"

Tang Seng did not linger at the mountain gate for too long.

The mountain gate of Wuzhuang Temple was wide open today.

This was precisely because Zhen Yuanzi clearly knew that Tang Seng, the reincarnation of his good friend Jin Chanzi, would soon arrive at his Daoist site.

Therefore, under these circumstances, Zhen Yuanzi did not keep the mountain gate tightly shut as he usually did.

And so, Tang Seng, Sun Wukong, and the group of master and disciples walked boldly into the mountain gate of Wuzhuang Temple.

Tang Seng, Sun Wukong, and the group of four master and disciples had just walked into the mountain gate of Wuzhuang Temple.

The first thing they saw was a couplet, which was written: ===== CHAPTER 1572 =====