Jin Yan brought Dong Jisheng a bowl of ginger soup. "Old Dong, have a bowl of ginger soup to warm yourself up."

"Alright, alright, thank you, little immortal master."

Dong Jisheng held the bowl with both hands, drinking the ginger soup. His cloudy eyes brightened considerably, and he seemed more energetic.

Jin Yan continued to entertain the other people who came to the Taoist temple.

Dong Jisheng watched the crowds coming and going, desperately squeezing into the main hall. He saw a couplet in front of the hall and read it aloud: "If you harbor evil thoughts, burning incense will be of no benefit; if you are upright, what harm is there in not bowing to me?"

"That makes sense."

Dong Jisheng stood up, placed the empty bowl in the wooden bucket that held the bowls, bowed deeply towards the main hall, and then turned and left Longhu Temple with a flourish.

When the Taoist temple was less busy, Jin Yan told Qin Luo, "Senior brother, Elder Dong came by."

Qin Luo nodded.

He knew that Dong Ji had survived.

After a short lunch break, more people came to Longhu Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. If it weren't for the City God Temple, Longhu Temple would probably be even more bustling.

Zhao Qing'er and Xie Fei arrived at Longhu Temple.

Xie Fei used to go to Bailu Temple to pray for blessings, but ever since she encountered Yin Kui and witnessed Wu Xuantian's power, she has come to believe in Longhu Temple. "Old Immortal Master, what kind of fortune slip is this?"

Other Taoist temples have several types of fortune sticks, and they also indicate good or bad fortune. But the fortune sticks at Longhu Temple are all the same, with nothing on them, and you can't tell the difference with the naked eye. Zhang Fulong held the wooden fortune stick and said with a smile, "This is the best fortune stick, female benefactor. You have good news coming soon. Just go back and wait for the good news."

"Thank you, Master!"

Xie Fei was overjoyed.

Zhao Qing'er sat opposite Qin Luo. She shook an old wooden stick out of the bamboo tube; it was empty.

Qin Luo picked up the wooden stick, his eyes gleaming with gold, revealing patterns invisible to the naked eye. "Miss Zhao, it's a neutral stick, neither good nor bad. Most people get this stick."

Xie Fei walked to Zhao Qing'er's side, her brows furrowing slightly. "Qing'er has done so many good deeds, why is it still a mediocre lot? Immortal Master, could you be mistaken?"

Qin Luo also hoped that Zhao Qing'er's luck would improve, so he put the fortune stick back and said, "Miss Zhao, please try again."

"I believe in the immortal master."

Zhao Qing'er did not shake the shovel a second time.

Xie Fei felt there was something wrong with the fortune slip. She picked up the bamboo tube and, thinking of the very auspicious fortune slip Zhang Fulong had just given her, decided to test Qin Luo's abilities. "Please, Master, interpret this fortune slip for me."

A wooden stick is shaken out.

Qin Luo picked up the wooden slip and examined it. He smiled and said, "A very auspicious slip. Your fortune will be very good this year."

The "top-tier" and "most auspicious" fortune slips are similar, both being the kind of fortune slips that the people desire. Xie Fei was very satisfied. He leaned close to Zhao Qing'er's ear and whispered, "Qing'er, this immortal master's skill is not as good as the old immortal master's. Your fortune slip is at least a medium-auspicious one."

Zhao Qing'er trusted Qin Luo. She thought being ordinary was fine, and said respectfully with her pretty face, "Thank you for interpreting the divination, Immortal Master."

"Miss Zhao, please take care."

Qin Luo continued to interpret the divination slips for the people behind him.

"Medium level".

"Medium level".

"Medium level".

Fewer and fewer people came to Qinluo to draw lots. Everyone gathered around Zhang Fulong because the worst result he could give was a medium-good one, and everyone wanted to get good luck.

evening.

A busy day.

Zhang Fulong and Ziyue happily counted the money.

Jin Yan was cleaning the main hall, while Qin Luo remained seated at the table. With nothing to do, he shook a bamboo tube, and a wooden stick jumped out of it.

Looking at the worn-out wooden sticks.

Qin Luo's expression gradually became serious.

"Senior brother, what kind of fortune slip is this?"

"The worst possible outcome!"