Fu Le, inside a dilapidated temple.
The clay Buddha statue, its gilded body peeling, sat quietly, gazing at the withered grass on the broken steps.
"I think this Taoist is slippery. His talk of offering his own classics is probably just a lie."
Shan Xiongxin stared at the short, fat Taoist and spoke righteously.
"How dare he!" Zhou Yi's face was grim. "This fellow made an enemy of mine in Yongqiu for no reason. I just repaid his kindness by saving his life. If he's lying, we'll just bury him here with this Eastern Han Dynasty Buddha."
Shan Xiongxin nodded and, oblivious to the others, discussed:
"This Taoist's lower body is incredibly stable, like an old tree with deep roots. I'll pull the tree out while you deal with his strange energy."
Zhou Yi agreed, "It's easy. He's lost about
