At the Fen River Shrine, Chen Ping'an and Qing Tong focused on different sights, so each looked at their own, one after the other.
By the time Qing Tong had finished visiting the many halls and pavilions, Chen Ping'an was no longer inside the River God Shrine.
Walking out through the shrine gates, Qing Tong saw the figure in blue seated on a little bamboo chair beneath the willow shade by the Big Pond, already casting his line to fish.
Qing Tong walked over and asked, "Do you have another bamboo chair?"
Chen Ping'an put a finger to his lips, signaling her to keep her voice down. Then, with a twist of his wrist, he produced another little green bamboo chair and handed it to her.
Qing Tong sat beside him, lowered her voice, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"
Chen Ping'an smiled. "Wait quietly for the proper time."
Seeing her completely baffled, Chen Ping'an lifted his chin and reminded her, "For now, observe the water."
Qing Tong focused her gaze upon the water. The pond was like a mirror, and within that mirror appeared a dilapidated estate, its painted scene filled with shadowy figures.
It was the fairly unremarkable Earth Immortal technique of viewing mountains and rivers in one's palm.
After parting with the children near the village, the young Daoist with bulging robes leaped into the air and hovered there. Standing on tiptoe, he peered toward the city. Huh? There were traces of foul Killing Intent and immortals fighting. Could it be a Haunted House? Didn't they know this humble Daoist was called Xu Wugui today? Fine, fine. If they discussed things properly, then well water would not offend river water. But if they would not even lend this humble Daoist a kitchen, then they could not