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Chapter 133 The Night the Boiled Snow Temple Shuts Down
You Prefecture was the prefecture located at the far north of the glorious Tang Empire as well as the coldest place in the Central Plain.
Legend had it that the cold was so severe there that snow would easily form in the mouths of those who speak. Even when two people were standing opposite each other, they might not be able to hear what their friend was telling them. They had no choice but to return home and gently melt down the ice in their mouths before being able to talk. This legend originated from a temple in Northern You Prefecture and thus, it gained the nickname of "Boiled Snow" over time. This also became the origin of the Boiled Snow Temple.
The Hall of Great Strength stood tall in the heart of the Boiled Snow Temple, with three gates in front of it. Three golden statues sat inside the hall: Gautama Buddha, Maha Kasyapa, Ananda. Lying in front of the statues was a pale yellow praying mat. Currently, the mat was unoccupied.
There w
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