"Master!"
The young ladies around him all began to pout and tease him, crowding around him and refusing to let up.
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong remained unmoved, pressing his palms together. "Ladies, this humble monk is a Buddhist who seeks to save all living beings. I never tell lies. Do not deceive yourselves."
"Master, you're so mean!"
The young ladies immediately refused to let up, playing around with Master San Nong.
"Wahaha!" ??
Master San Nong let out a strange laugh, taking whoever came his way.
"That bald donkey's at it again!"
Ren Huan watched from the side, displeased. He wanted to have this kind of fun too.
But he lacked the talent for balancing beans on his nose, so he had to pay the same amount while watching the bald donkey have more fun than he did.
"Relaxed?!"
Ye Long looked utterly confused. He had no idea what Master San Nong meant.
Just then—
An indescribably mysterious aura shot into the sky, and the whole world dimmed in an instant, as though it had been pulled into another realm.
"What's going on?!"
The scholars and revelers aboard the Qin Huai River immediately fell into an uproar, their faces full of terror as they struggled to understand what was happening.
"It's the fortuneteller!"
Master San Nong and the others were startled. They hurried to their feet and entered a room in the cabin.
Inside, Mu Xiu still sat with a vacant stare, but starlike lights shimmered around him. Beneath his feet appeared a divination formation displaying the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stems and the Seventy-Two Earthly Branches.
"Master, what's happened to my master?!"
Li Ji, who had been looking after Mu Xiu, asked anxiously.
Ever since Qin Feng had brought the Tianji Qimen Bureau down from the Immortal Realm, Mu Xiu had