Fule, inside a dilapidated temple.
The clay Buddha statue, its gold plating peeling away, sat quietly, gazing at the broken steps and withered grass.
"I think this Taoist priest is slick and deceitful. His claim that he will produce his own classic texts is probably just a lie."
Shan Xiongxin stared at the short, stout Taoist priest and said with righteous indignation.
“He dares!” Zhou Yi’s face was unfriendly. “This guy made an enemy of mine in Yongqiu for no reason. I just saved his life out of kindness. If he tries to cheat or make a blunder, we’ll just bury him here to keep this Eastern Han Buddha company.”
Shan Xiongxin nodded and, seemingly oblivious to those around him, began to discuss:
“This Taoist’s lower body is extremely stable, like an old tree with deep roots. I will up
