What's the situation? In the vast and grand Buddhist temple, Zhao Douan snapped back to his senses with a jolt, casting a somewhat apprehensive glance at the imposing World Venerable Buddha statue, then turning to look behind him.
Haitang hurriedly crossed the threshold, her high ponytail bobbing with each step.
"What's the matter?" Zhao Douan inquired.
Haitang said, "There was a bit of an incident over at the Scripture Pavilion. Our people went to seal and confiscate the temple's scriptures, but the old monk in charge of the Scripture Pavilion stopped them."
Dare anyone stop them? Zhao Douan raised an eyebrow, "You couldn't handle him?"
He was a bit curious, was there an expert hidden in the temple?
