Taking out a sweet potato was simple: just slide the wooden board aside, reach inside, and pull out a steaming roasted sweet potato, its skin charred black and even faintly streaked with amber caramel.
The sight whetted Cui Jiuyang's appetite, and he chose an evenly shaped sweet potato roasted to fragrant perfection.
Cradling the still-steaming sweet potato, he carefully peeled away its blackened skin, blew on the golden flesh inside, and ate it in small bites.
The sweet potato was exceptionally sweet, its texture soft and yielding. Each bite felt like biting into thick brown sugar, its sweet fragrance spreading from the tip of his tongue all the way to his throat, warm enough to fill his heart with sweetness.
Once darkness had fully fallen and night enveloped the entire market, Cui Jiuyang brushed off the black ash, finished the last small piece of sweet potato, and bought a paper bag of hot sugar-roasted chestnuts to tuck inside his robe. Only then did he wipe his mouth, turn around, and head toward the Golden Immortal Temple.
He Xiangu should be busy hoodwinking that elderly couple in the Golden Immortal Temple right now. He still had to go watch the fun.
A swindler fooling people was nothing unusual, but a female Daoist from an orthodox Daoist lineage doing it was a rare sight. He might never get another chance like this!
Chapter 218: Immortal paintings
By the time Cui Jiuyang reached the Golden Immortal Temple, the night was just right.
The entire temple was silent, without a single human voice. Only the two old lanterns hanging before its entrance swayed gently in the chilly night wind, shedding a few dim, dreary halos of yellow light that brought no warmth to this cold late-autumn night.
Naturally, the temple gates were tightly shut