Bai Xiao stood in front of the pagoda-shaped golden stupa, pressing her hands together in earnest prayer.
Shao Ming leaned against the car outside, sulking and smoking, while Zhuo Ma knelt beside Bai Xiao in front of the Buddha statue.
These women must have issues in their heads.
Praying to Buddha at a time like this?
If the Buddha could bless An Zhiyuan to escape danger, then what would they need them for?
Besides, if the Buddha granted every request, this world would probably have a lot fewer hospitals, police, and various other professions.
No wonder they say "long hair, short wit," and get all flustered when a big event hits.
He vigilantly surveyed his surroundings. By this time, night had fallen, and in the dimly lit dusk, the temple was nearly deserted, especially as this was a temple in the mountains. By now, even the monks had gone to eat and rest.
The three of them stood out conspicuously here.
