"Hahaha! You have wisdom roots—truly, you have wisdom roots!"
The laughter startled birds and beasts. A peacock wagged its splendid tail fan as it ran past the corridor, poking its head around the wall.
Liang Qu vigorously patted Huai Kong on the back.
The Hanging Temple Buddha Child.
Done!
Great Snow Mountain, firmly in hand!
"Today, Ming King preaches on Bodhi Island, and Dragon Elephant listens. Tomorrow, you'll preach on Bodhi Island, and I'll listen! The Buddha Child transforms into the Buddha Ancestor! Come, come, come—my belly is empty. Today, I'm treating! Nephew, add as much vegetarian chicken as you want! It's all on me!"
Huai Kong: "..."
The staff-wielding martial monk before the long hall: "..."
Ordinary people were one thing, but did the Hanging Temple Buddha Child need to pay to eat in his own cafeteria?
The clamor was deafening.
Bowls and chopsticks clattered amid lively chatter.
The two had arrived late. Several thousand people had already poured in early, and there was scarcely an extra seat in the cafeteria.
With the Hanging Temple's scale, hosting tens of thousands for food, drink, and all their other needs at once was somewhat taxing. The logistics alone required no fewer than a thousand people. It was said that even Wolf Smoke Martial Masters had to help carry rice and flour. Fortunately, wherever one looked, people voluntarily gave up their seats, even tugging their sleeves down to wipe the spilled soup from the tabletop.
Liang Qu personally brought Huai Kong a small dish of pickled radish, drawing a round of sidelong glances.
Every movement of an important figure concealed extraordinary meaning. First, the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint had personally come to listen to the sermon, giving them ample face. Then Earl Xingyi ate pickled radish with the Buddha Child, the