"Gu Hangshen, sometimes, I find it harder to accept your kindness than your teasing."
"Fool, I will be good to you for a lifetime!"
Gong Xiaoqiao cleared her throat, "Pride, pride! Mind your image, this is under the feet of the Buddha!"
Gong Xiaoqiao brought her hands together and chanted Amitabha several times.
"It's been a long time since I last came here, how I've missed it!" Gong Xiaoqiao looked at the temple hidden among the lush trees halfway up the distant mountain.
Any place she had stayed in his absence was a place Gu Hangshen felt eager to explore.
Looking at the long flight of stairs, Gu Hangshen asked, "Do you want me to carry you?"
"No need, I can walk on my own." Gong Xiaoqiao rallied her spirits.
Along the way, they encountered not only the disciples who had come to worship but also some tourists who had heard the news and come to sightsee.
