"Are you going to say something or not?!" Wanli Fengdao really wanted to wring Li Ang's neck. He found this genius type who concealed everything, told nobody, and just loved looking down on others from an intellectual high ground, extremely irritating.
"Heh heh."
Li Ang casually tossed aside the account book, stood up, and ran towards the Daxiong Bao Hall. The others hurried to follow.
As Li Ang rushed into the Daxiong Bao Hall, his gaze swept over the various Buddha statues: the Buddha Shakyamuni, seated in meditation at the very center; the Medicine Buddha with a bowl in his left hand and a healing pill in his right; and Amitabha Buddha with his two hands folded over his feet and a lotus platform in his palms. These were the Buddhas of the Three Times.
