Zhou Guanyu had never been fond of Puzhi. After bringing him inside, he stepped aside.
Puzhi didn't mind. He walked slowly up to Ma Feifei, pressed his palms together, bowed once more, and chanted, "Amitabha Buddha. Shopkeeper, this humble monk greets you."
Ma Feifei smiled and replied, "Greetings, Master. What brings you here today?"
Puzhi smiled faintly. "This humble monk would like to borrow the Thousand Gold Formulas from your store for a look. I hope the shopkeeper will allow it."
Ma Feifei glanced toward a corner, where a cultivator was holding the Thousand Gold Formulas and reading it.
According to the rules, unless that cultivator switched books, Puzhi would have to wait until tomorrow to read it.
Strangely enough, after the Thousand Gold Formulas had cured Zhou Zhuling, it had shown no further signs of choosing anyone. After countless cultivators had read it to no effect, everyone had concluded that it was simply a book about healing illnesses. It had no effect on healthy people.
So, in the following days, the book had been left neglected on the shelf. No cultivator had chosen to read it again.
Today, though, it had suddenly become quite popular.
Following Ma Feifei's gaze, Puzhi saw what was happening too. He knew some of the Mysterious Bookstore's unwritten rules, so he smiled faintly and asked, "If that benefactor is willing to lend the book to this humble monk, may I read the Thousand Gold Formulas?"
Ma Feifei nodded. "Of course."
Wasn't that obvious? If someone was willing to lend it to him, why would he still need to ask whether he could read it?
Puzhi nodded, pressed his palms together, and bowed to Ma Feifei. Then he turned and walked over to the cultivator.
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