Azure Dragon Temple.
Because it wasn't the first month of the lunar year yet, and the weather was cold, there weren't many pilgrims on the mountain to offer incense and pray.
Fu jianchen went up the mountain before dawn and knelt on the stone slab in front of the temple, praying for Xu Youyou devoutly.
It was ironic that he was once an arrogant man who did not respect the gods and Buddha and was not afraid of death. But now, he was kneeling in this Holy Land of Buddhism and praying devoutly.
He prayed to Buddha to bless his beloved with peace and joy.
The two lackeys who used to follow Fu jianchen knew that he was back and also followed him. At this moment, their legs were numb from squatting by the side, not to mention that Fu jianchen was still kneeling on the uneven stone slab.
&Quot; Master Chen, you've been kneeling for almost the entire morning. If you continue to kneel, your legs will be crippled. &Quot;
