Golden Horn emerged from the small wooden house, its eyes wary, sensing that Hua Ying was no ordinary person.

Hua Ying had seen Jin Jiao on the official road, so she was certain that the young Taoist priest she was looking for was here.

After exchanging a glance, Golden Horn felt a fear of facing an abyss. It turned and ran into the Taoist temple, hiding behind the door with half its head showing, baring its teeth and making a fierce expression.

Hua Ying took a step forward. She sensed the presence of the restriction and couldn't help but look at the door god portrait pasted on the door. Wu Xuantian's tall figure was reflected in her pale purple eyes.

"Why are you stopping me, senior?"

"You are a cultivator; you cannot enter the temple at will."

At this moment, Ziyue walked out of the main hall. She was about to clear the snow in front of the hall when she saw Huaying outside the door. She couldn't help but take another look. There was such a beautiful young lady.

Hua Ying smiled slightly when she saw Zi Yue, "Little fairy, may I come in?"

"sure!"

Zi Yue grinned.

In an instant, the restriction that had been blocking Hua Ying disappeared, and she moved lightly into the Taoist temple.

Hua Ying looked at the dilapidated Taoist temple, full of the marks of time. She came to Zi Yue's side, her pretty face adorned with a charming smile, "Thank you, little fairy."

"You're welcome. Would you like to offer incense and pray for blessings?"

Ziyue tilted her head.

"no."

"You want to buy door god paintings, right?" Ziyue blinked, her eyes filled with joy.

The door god paintings at Longhu Temple are much cheaper than those at Zhenbaoge. Many people come to Longhu Temple not to offer incense and pray for blessings, but specifically to buy door god paintings.

No, not exactly.

Hua Ying shook her head again.

Zi Yue pouted, somewhat disappointed, "Then you must have gone to Master to have your fortune told!"

"Fortune telling?"

Hua Ying smiled, finding the little girl quite adorable. "Please, little fairy, invite your master out."

"Alright!"

The purple moon flew away like the wind.

Hua Ying walked into the main hall of the Taoist temple. She saw Jin Yan reading a book, and then bowed slightly as she looked at the portrait of the Taoist Ancestor.

Jin Yan thought she was an ordinary citizen.

Zhang Fulong hadn't made any business for a long time, so when he heard there was business to be had, he immediately rushed to the main hall wearing a golden Taoist robe. When he saw Hua Ying's gorgeous long dress, he knew his opportunity had arrived.

If you don't open for business for six months, you can live off it for six months once you do.

Zhang Fulong smiled kindly, "Female benefactor, we should not disturb the Dao Ancestor's peace and quiet. Let's talk outside."

"OK."

Hua Ying came to the front yard.

Ziyue followed behind with a broom, pretending to sweep snow, hoping to secretly learn her master's fortune-telling skills.

"Female benefactor, would you like your fortune told?"

Hua Ying wasn't interested in fortune telling, but she wanted to find out if Zhang Fulong was really capable. She smiled and nodded, "Okay, please tell my fortune, senior."

"My fortune telling is very expensive, it costs one hundred taels."

"OK."

Hua Ying didn't even blink.

Zhang Fulong immediately wanted to slap himself. How could he have called it so easily? He pretended to be counting on his fingers, counting rapidly, which dazzled Zi Yue, making it impossible for her to remember.

Ziyue scratched her head. How strange, the last fortune telling didn't seem this complicated.

"Senior, you won't look at my birth date and time?"

"You underestimate me."

Hua Ying stopped speaking.

Zhang Fulong pinched her repeatedly, then sighed, "Female benefactor, your fate is unclear."

"Senior, even you can't figure it out?"

Hua Ying sensed that this old Taoist priest seemed to have some skill.

Zhang Fulong laughed, "No, but it will cost extra."

"How many?"

Five hundred taels!

"OK."

Hua Ying wanted to know what he could calculate.

Zhang Fulong closed his eyes and simultaneously made a finger-pinching motion with both hands.

Zi Yue could only scratch her head; this was just too difficult to learn.

Zhang Fulong was good at understanding psychology. Men simply wanted money and power, while women simply wanted children and marriage. The girl in front of him was probably not married yet, so she must be seeking marriage.

“Female benefactor, I see that your marriage is near. Your fiancé is exceptionally handsome and dashing, a peerless hero. However, this relationship is somewhat uncertain and may end at any time.”

"......"

Hua Ying was speechless for a moment.

He's just like an old charlatan.

Zhang Fulong continued, "It's not impossible to secure this marriage. I can write a marriage talisman for you and give you a 50% discount, so it will only cost you 250 taels."

Ziyue blinked.

She counted on her fingers and realized that her master had earned so much money in such a short time. He truly lived up to his reputation as her master.

Hua Ying stared at Zhang Fulong. She had never seen a cultivator with worse aptitude than him. She couldn't understand why he could spout nonsense and still be the abbot of the Dragon Tiger Temple. "Senior, are you comprehending the Dao or practicing techniques?"

Zhang Fulong, with his hands behind his back, said meaningfully, "When I was young, I pursued techniques, but later I saw through the true nature of techniques and stopped practicing them. Now that I am old, I am devoted to the Dao."

"Your Dao must be very powerful."

"So-so."

Zhang Fulong waved his hand modestly.

He only wanted to earn those 850 taels.

Hua Ying extended her fair, jade-like hand and said politely, "Junior Hua Ying wishes to learn from Senior!"