Seeing Xu Wendong appear out of thin air, Fuyao slowly sat up, her slightly flushed face showing a hint of crimson.
She burped drunkenly, her brows full of anger: "When did this happen? Why was I, your master, not informed?"
Xu Wendong's mouth twitched.
He didn't doubt Fuyao's words at all, because this woman truly had a passion for drinking.
As long as she was drinking, even if the sky were falling, it wouldn't affect her one bit.
He ignored Fuyao, leapt into the air, and flew to a hill west of Qingzhou City.
There, a large-scale construction was underway, building a temple.
A golden Buddha statue about several meters high was enshrined in Daxiong Hall, with many monks chanting scriptures.
Besides the monks, many commoners were kneeling outside Daxiong Hall.
They had faces full of devotion, making wishes and praying to Buddha Ancestor.
