"I'll go to Longhu Temple right now."

"I'll go with you."

......

After the Red Moon Festival, more and more people came to the Taoist temple to pray for blessings, most of whom were from Baiyun Town.

“Benefactor, a door god portrait costs only one coin and can protect your family’s peace.”

"Then give me two."

"I want one."

Door god paintings are very cheap, and many people buy them. Many people think that burning incense is too expensive, so they don't burn incense but want to buy two door god paintings to take home.

After waking up, Zhang Fulong went to the front yard and found the main hall bustling with activity. As he approached, he learned that people were buying door god portraits. When he heard that each portrait cost one coin, his eyes widened. He was astonished that they were so cheap; even ten coins wouldn't be expensive.

"Disciple, painting door gods is no easier than painting talismans. One coin per painting, what are you thinking?"

“Master, everyone can afford door gods. When people put door gods up in their homes, passersby will definitely ask where the door gods came from, which will also promote Longhu Temple.”

"If more people come to the Taoist temple, we can naturally earn back the money from incense offerings. What do you think?"

"As expected of my disciple."

Zhang Fulong thought it made a lot of sense.

Before she knew it, it was lunch break time. Taking advantage of the free time, Ziyue emptied the copper coins from her bag and counted them one by one, "One, two, three, four, five..."

"Senior brother!"

"Forty-three coins in total."

Ziyue's eyes crinkled into crescent shapes as she smiled.

"Junior sister, all the money from selling paintings will be yours from now on. Keep the money safe and buy whatever you want to eat in the future."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Ziyue decided to keep a record of her earnings, ensuring that every penny she earned was used wisely.

A whooshing sound came from afar.

Zi Yue looked up at the sky and saw Wu Qingliu flying towards him on a sword. His face was filled with shock.

"Wow!"

"Flying on a sword!"

Zi Yue felt that the other party was very powerful.

Qin Luo wasn't surprised. Powerful cultivators often rode the wind, and flying on a sword was nothing special.

Zhang Fulong had just come out of the latrine when he saw Wu Qingliu approaching on a flying sword, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I knew I couldn't collect the fire lingzhi."

Zhang Fulong thought they had come to ask for the Fire Spirit Mushroom, so he quickly hid in his room, not daring to show his face.