On the hillside, at the treetop.
A Sheng fearfully shrank into Chen Xu's embrace, at the same time, in the village below the mountain.
On the north bank of the great river that surged and flowed, a grand temple with carved beams and painted rafters was situated therein.
But see this temple's halls rise layer upon layer, with upturned eaves, magnificently decorated, extraordinary in every place.
Such a conspicuous building, in this remote small village, stands out as much as it possibly can.
The Puppet Daoist Soldier made its way into the village without needing much inquiry, spotting this temple at a glance.
Chen Xu was multitasking, directing the Daoist Soldier to go around to the front of the temple from afar and look up. He was first startled by the words on the temple's plaque:
River God Temple—
