The old Taoist priest eagerly took the basket and began his preparations, occasionally praising Fang Zhiyi's talisman.

The two young apprentices looked at Fang Zhiyi curiously, and then their master called them to prepare the necessary items.

Fang Zhiyi, on the other hand, kept looking around at her surroundings.

To be honest, this Taoist temple was even more dilapidated than the one he used to live in.

However, because of the old Taoist priest's worship, the place is also filled with a mystical aura.

It seems I haven't come to the wrong place.

The old Taoist priest was chanting scriptures in a low voice, while the talismans and wooden plaques brought by Fang Zhiyi were all neatly stacked on the offering table.

It looks like it won't be over anytime soon.

Fang Zhiyi simply stood up and wandered around. After walking around for a while, he suddenly turned around and found that the old Taoist's apprentice was following behind him.

Why are you following me?

The young apprentice, whose face was a little dirty, seemed timid. After a moment, he answered in a low voice, "Master said I should keep an eye on the guests..."

Fang Zhiyi sighed helplessly: "Your master is too petty, isn't he? Even a mouse would run away crying if it came to your dilapidated Taoist temple, and you're afraid I'll steal your things?"

Upon hearing this, the young apprentice said, "We still have two big iron pots!"

"Amazing, amazing."

He understood now; this Taoist temple was truly poor. Probably due to the war, and being located deep in the mountains, it hadn't been visited for a long time. It was quite remarkable that the old Taoist had managed to keep it going for so long. But... something felt a little strange.

Fang Zhiyi simply returned to the main hall and looked at the statue of the patriarch, lost in thought.

He stayed there all night.

"I must say, the labeling process is quite tiring," Fang Zhiyi said, shaking her head. "It used to be so much easier; you could just draw it and use it directly..."

The old Taoist priest remained seated cross-legged before the statue of his patriarch, his head bowed.

Xiao Hei's words interrupted Fang Zhiyi's remark: "This guy is asleep."

"ah?"

Before Fang Zhiyi could explode, the old Taoist priest wisely picked up all the items and began counting them one by one: "It's agreed that it's forty percent, so it's forty percent..."

Fang Zhiyi ignored him until he gave her his share.

"What use do you have for these things?"

The old Taoist priest was taken aback: "Sell them! Sell them to pilgrims to get some money..."

"What kind of worshippers do you have here? The incense burners outside probably haven't been used in years, have they?"

“Uh…” The old Taoist priest turned his head away.

"How about I suggest a cooperation plan to you?"

"Please speak?"

"I'll take them to the city and sell them for you, then I'll send the money back to you. You can continue processing the next batch for me, how about that?"