How could the disciples of the Taoist ancestors prostrate before the Buddha?

Cheng Jiaoniang just smiled and said nothing. She continued to look up at the stone tower. The tower was seven stories high and had copper bells hanging down. The spring breeze blew by, making a crisp sound.

The maid neither turned around the tower nor followed Cheng Jiaoniang to admire the tower. Instead, she looked back uneasily, and sure enough, the disciple came slowly and slowly.

"When this tower was first built, it was slanted to the northwest." King Jin'an heard this and took over the words and said with a smile.

"...Someone questioned him at that time, and Dagong said that he would be right after a hundred years." The maid also quickly took over the words and said to Cheng Jiaoniang in a hurry, holding Cheng Jiaoniang's arm and walking away a few steps.

"...Next year will be enough for a hundred years. Madam, I think you are almost ready now." Prince Jin'an followed up with a smile and said in a loud voice.

"We are not blind, we can see." The maid turned back angrily and said.

Cheng Jiaoniang also looked over, and Prince Jin'an smiled at her. Cheng Jiaoniang turned away and looked at the tower again.

The maid breathed a sigh of relief and gave you a look that doesn't care about you.

The Prince of Jin'an County was still smiling.

"Really?" he asked loudly.

Cheng Jiaoniang averted her gaze and looked at him.

"Yes." she said.
Chapter completed!