Yet it was precisely this humiliation that let her see the former presiding master through that bald head.
Objectively speaking, if he had still had his hair, she absolutely would not have recognized him.
Lin Su gave the monk a long, deep look, then slowly raised his gaze and fixed it on Ding Ziyi.
A smile appeared on Ding Ziyi's face. "Junior Brother's calculations are indeed divine and uncanny. Worthy of being Venerable Luotian's prized disciple. Should another chance arise in the future, you and I, martial brothers, might as well spar again."
As for today's matter, let it end here.
Yet Lin Su smiled. "In a spar, it is impolite to come without returning the favor! Senior Brother, would you accept one question from me as well?"
Ding Ziyi's heart gave a slight jump, but he could only smile. "Junior Brother, please pose your question."
Lin Su slowly raised his eyes and looked at the two wooden buckets on the old monk's shoulders. "Listen well, Senior Brother. My question is... using the old man's buckets as the unit, how many loads of water would it take to fill this lake to its present depth?"
The moment this question emerged, everyone present widened their eyes.
Neither of today's two arithmetic questions had looked like arithmetic questions. When Ding Ziyi posed his earlier question, ordinary people had not initially considered it an arithmetic question either. An arithmetic question, after all, needed numbers in it before one could calculate.
Yet his question had contained no numbers.
All the numbers had to be introduced through a measuring tool, the Calculation Eye, measured independently, and only then calculated.
And now, Lin Su's question was a hundred times more complicated.
How many loads of water would be needed to fill this pool to its current