Word Number：177 Author：沧桑几度 Translator： Release Time：2025-09-11

　　Walking into the mountain gate, the two walked towards the martial arts temple on the top of the mountain.　　The two climbed to the top of the mountain and walked towards the main hall of the martial temple. Huang Pingqiang felt that the main hall of this martial arts temple was not much different from that in other places, but overlooking the entire martial temple from the top of the mountain, he still found too many differences. The side hall and other buildings, like other temples, were built with flat roofs. The paintings in the temple are all brushstrokes of Tibetan Buddhist paintings. The statue of the martial saint on the west side has collapsed, leaving only a vacant position. Judging from the incense and butter lamps lit in the temple, the incense here is still uninterrupted.　　The two of them walked out of the main hall and came out of the mountain gate, and a man walked in front of them, and Zhang Gan felt that this person was a little familiar.　　He stood at th