Chapter 159: Buddhist Disciple 19 Qian rode her small wooden cart, circling the tower again and again. The ground, rarely trodden, had patches of moss that were flattened by her walking and riding, leaving obvious marks behind. Tired of riding, Qian stopped her cart at the edge of the stairs and ran over to peer through the small door of the tower. She crouched by the door, looking through the crack, but saw nothing. She knocked on the door and called out for her father, but there was no…