Yang Ruxin and the others had already reached the foot of Lingyin Temple's mountain gate by this time, and indeed, facing them was Feilai Peak, with its red carved characters standing out prominently.
"Indeed, it is Feilai Peak." Yu Qingge was the most excited, pointing at the red characters engraved above and jumping up, "There are inscriptions, too."
Yang Ruxin tugged at her: "Mind your ladylike image."
Yu Qingge then stopped, but whispered in a lower voice: "Ruxin sister, do you think Monk Daoji is here?"
Yang Ruxin shook her head; although there was Feilai Peak, it didn't necessarily mean Monk Daoji was present—after all, this era was a branch in history.
"Actually, I came to Hangzhou City with my father two years ago. He said that Feilai Peak is related to an enlightened living Buddha from the previous dynasty." Du Juan glanced at everyone, "It's a very interesting legend."
"Was that living Buddha called Daoji?" Yu Qingge's eyes lit up.
