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Upon hearing a cursing voice, the group exchanged glances. The voice was familiar; it belonged to Wu Liang, the fat Taoist priest who had told fortunes earlier.
The group followed the sound and soon saw Wu Liang enthusiastically selling maps to passersby.
He didn't take Wu Banxian's banner today, nor did he wear Taoist robes. Instead, he wore a dog-skin hat, looking exactly like a street merchant.
He peddled his wares around, and many people walked away cursing, but quite a few were willing to spend ten taels of silver to try their luck. As a result, he successfully sold quite a few along the way.
The group stared in disbelief: "This guy really is a conman!"
As Wu Liang was happily counting his silver, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. He instinctively turned around and said, "Ah, you want to buy a treasure map... Oh, it's you guys."
Zu An smiled enigmatically: "Why did you change professions, Taoist priest?"
Wu Liang remained calm and composed: "The people here are too enthusiastic. As soon as they see my Taoist attire, they want to give me incense money, and I can't refuse them. I don't want to get too entangled in the karma of this mortal world, so I specially changed my clothes."
The group was speechless for a moment; this guy was talking nonsense with a straight face.
"Then aren't you afraid of getting entangled in worldly karma by selling these treasure maps?" Yun Jianyue sneered from the side.
Wu Liang sighed: "Even reclusive masters need to eat. What's wrong with me earning money through my own skills?"
Everyone: "..."
At this moment, Wu Liang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he winked at Zu An, saying, "Look at you, your face is glowing, and your eyes are full of peach blossom luck. How was the taste of the peach blossom luck I told you about last time?"
Upon hearing his words, the three women who had been arguing with each other all turned to look at Zu An.
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