"Traveling Buddha, go and scout there."
"Understood."
"Traveling Buddha, cut down a few trees and construct a pontoon bridge."
"Leave it to me."
"Traveling Buddha, I'm a little thirsty."
"Honeyed green tea suit your taste? I mixed some up before leaving."
"I guess. Give me the canteen."
The other members thought that Traveling Buddha, with his supreme Vajra skill, would be the undisputed commander. Jiang Zhibei and Du Yu were extremely excited to be commanded by a mighty figure like him. They had felt truly fortunate, for if they served the Little Old Buddha well, they could avoid being bullied around by other warriors in the future.
But it was the thin Xia Fan, with his nose more sensitive than a dog's, who was ordering Traveling Buddha around, even giving Traveling Buddha the duty of serving tea and pouring water.
