He met Li Xiangdong six years ago. He had been practicing asceticism in the mountains for a while, eating cold steamed buns and Fuling pickled vegetables every day for two months. His mouth was really too bland.

Unable to endure it any longer, Master Qiu strolled down the mountain.

The county town at the foot of the mountain was extremely lively. The aromas of braised pork knuckle, lotus leaf pork, salted braised pork belly, longan with red bean curd, taro and pork intestines were so enticing that they made one's stomach rumble!

Master Qiu really wanted to eat it, but unfortunately, all these delicious meats cost money!

As a Taoist priest, he absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, sun and moon, which is all free for him!

These mundane things... make my mouth water... yet they all cost money!

If he had money, he wouldn't have had to eat cold steamed buns for two months!

After all, Qiu Changchun alone bore the mission of his sect; the patriarch had instructed him to rebuild the Taoist temple and continue the lineage...

Unfortunately, he hadn't fully mastered the skills of face reading and fortune telling, nor was he very proficient in geomancy and feng shui; the only difference he had was his eyes.

At first, these eyes always frightened him, but after he learned the skill of drawing talismans from his master, he became less afraid.

However, this skill of drawing talismans is not very profitable; occasionally, one talisman can be sold for a few dollars.

Therefore, the dignified Abbot Qiu had no savings at all.

Master Qiu was drooling in front of the taro and pork intestine stall when he happened to run into Li Xiangdong, who was also eating at the same stall.

Because his surname is Li, Li Xiangdong always felt that his family had some connection with Li Er, the founder of Taoism. Coupled with his own extraordinary encounter, Li Xiangdong did something kind.

Master Qiu ate twenty-five bowls of taro and pork intestines in one go!

The Taoist priest was so full that he kept burping.

The stall owner served him two more bowls of white pig's trotters. Master Qiu rolled up his sleeves, added some red chili oil, and devoured them in no time.

Li Xiangdong advised him, "Daoist Master, it's not that I'm afraid of spending money, but can your stomach handle eating so much?"

"Hiccup... It's nothing... hiccup..."

Li Xiangdong, being a good Samaritan to the end, bought a bunch of hawthorn pills for Master Qiu to aid digestion.

Master Qiu rarely encounters such a generous sucker...

Uh, no, I mean, benefactor, Master Qiu, to show that he wasn't just doing this for free, immediately decided to give Li Xiangdong a divination.

Li Xiangdong initially didn't believe in fate, but after being reborn, he believed in it again, and then he stopped believing in it again.

Fate is like countless crossroads; choosing this path and choosing that path can lead to drastically different outcomes.

But which path wasn't chosen by oneself?

"Benefactor Li, you have a special connection with my Taoist school!"

Master Qiu cast a divination on his own.