Xiao Mo walked toward the fortune-telling stall with Immortal Wei. To Immortal Wei, the stall looked rather shabby: one table, one bamboo lot container, and not even a cloth banner proclaiming "Unerring Divine Divinations." Cao Mo might be an immortal master, but when it came to experience out in the world, he was still green. Never mind. Since Immortal Wei was tagging along with Cao Mo now, he would teach him a trick for free.
But Immortal Wei had another question. He could not help asking, "Xiao Mo, why didn't Cao Mo accept that Immortal Money in the end? If I saw it right, that was one of those legendary Snowflake Coins used by mountain Immortals, wasn't it?"
Did mountain Immortals really care so little about money?
Xiao Mo said, "Good wealth is hard to part with. Only one who can part with it is truly accomplished."
Immortal Wei let the words pass. If he compiled all those useless principles from books that he knew, he could fill several baskets. His pockets would still be cleaner than his face.
Seeing Cao Mo about to put away the lot container, Immortal Wei panicked. Closing the stall already? How could anyone be so careless and slapdash about making money?
Immortal Wei plopped onto the bench, took the lot container from Chen Ping'an, shook the bamboo tube hard, and rattled out a bamboo lot. He stared at it intently and launched into a string of muttered remarks, seemingly in conversation with the immortal master in his blue-green Daoist robes. His expression shifted dramatically: now a frown, now a nod, with the occasional question thrown in. Finally, his face flushed red. "Immortal Master, this lot is uncannily accurate! A divine man! You truly are a divine man!" he cried at the top of his