Inside the temple, it was bustling with activities.
Pilgrims knelt and gave their prayers with incense.
Echoes of chanting by the monks filled the surroundings.
The monotonous chants gave the pilgrims a sense of relaxation, easing their anxieties.
Hu Tuo was chanting at a huge golden statue that resembled Long Kong.
However, the expression on the statue looked benevolent, which was far from what Long Kong's scheming face looked like.
Lin Fan tapped on Hu Tuo's shoulder.
Surprised by the tap, Hu Tuo stopped his chanting and turned back to look at Lin Fan.
He frowned as he tried to recall who this middle-aged man was.
There was a feeling that he knew the man, but Hu Tuo just couldn't pinpoint it.
"I'm here to look for an old monk called Wang Nian. Possible to help?" Lin Fan asked.
Hu Tuo narrowed his eyes and looked at the others that were with Lin Fan.
A rugged teenager and a scholar that looked pale and weak.
What a rare bunch, Hu Tuo thought.
