By the sixth day, the Sea God Lord statue everyone had long awaited was finally completed! Its face was identical to the one Xiao Hua had seen that day. The craftsman's skill was superb; the statue was lifelike, as though it were alive! The ceremony for recasting the golden body was even more grand. By now, the affairs of Jiangchao Temple were no longer Daoist Master Xiao's alone. Not only did fishermen come, but villagers from General's Ridge as well, along with devout townsfolk who came to lend a hand. The celebration was exceedingly lively and lasted a full half day.
However, none of this had anything to do with Xiao Hua. Even if there were trivial matters to attend to, Yuan Ya went to help instead. Daoist Master Xiao did not dare trouble Xiao Hua lightly.
Xiao Hua naturally welcomed the peace and quiet. Beside the temple, he practiced the Big Dipper Divine Fist at every moment. Naturally, his actions caught others' attention, but the adults only spared him a glance before being drawn away by the bustle at the temple. Who would keep watching a Daoist endlessly perform some incomprehensible set of punches and kicks? Some children, however, played around Xiao Hua with giggles and laughter, and a few even stood there, mimicking his movements with convincing flair.
Only when the sun was setting in the west did the people inside the temple gradually thin out. By the time night had completely fallen and a half-moon hung at the edge of the sky, the temple had finally become thoroughly quiet.
"Senior..." Xiao Jian walked out of the temple, stretched lazily, and called out, "You've been practicing here all day. Aren't you tired?"
"You have your weariness, and I have my leisure!" Xiao Hua withdrew his fists. Of course,