Xie Ji and Dogs Not Allowed Inside

"Pah! He was out to kill people!" the monk snapped. "Who knew where he got the news this time, that the visitor was the richest man in the country? He charged them eighty thousand for a single fortune stick! Your Azure Crane Temple is getting way too arrogant!"

The old man drawled, "Don't get so worked up. It's not like you don't know what Xie Ji's status is... Besides, he earned—ahem—scammed that money with his own skills. What does it have to do with me?"

"What does it have to do with you? If you hadn't let that little ancestor run down the mountain, would he have had the chance to go around swindling people?" The monk ranted beside them, spittle flying. "You stinking Taoist! If you dare come down and scam our temple's worshippers again, I'll—"

"What will you do?"

"I'll call the president of your Taoist Association! I'll report you for maliciously driving up market prices! I'll have your Azure Crane Temple shut down!"

"Go ahead." The old Taoist sighed. "The president happens to need something from Xie Ji these days. Maybe you really can help him meet Xie Ji."

The monk: "&...%￥%&!!!"

Shen Ranxin: "..."

For some reason, it felt like watching Tang Sanzang wielding a machine gun and spraying bullets everywhere. The disconnect was surreal.

After ranting for several minutes, the monk finally ended the call. He took a deep breath, put on a benevolent smile, and raised a hand to invite them into the temple for a tour.

Shen Ranxin noticed a sign standing in front of the temple, listing several precautions.

But the last rule was particularly worth pondering.

It read: "Taoists are prohibited from interpreting fortune sticks."

A yellow sign stood nearby, bearing the image of a Taoist with a huge red circle