The pungent stench jolted the master awake. He opened his eyes abruptly: "You little brat..."
He opened his mouth to curse, and Ah Zhen opened his mouth to spit out.
"Ugh..." Everyone shrank back in unison; this was a bit too disgusting.
"Ah ...
Fang Zhiyi ignored the two people vomiting and instead turned to pull out a talisman: "This talisman, when pasted on the door, can keep evil spirits from entering the house."
Ah Zhen's wife looked away from her husband, glanced at Fang Zhiyi, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to take the item: "Thank you... young master?"
"My master is a Taoist priest! He's much more powerful than that fake one!" Little White chimed in at the opportune moment.
"Thank you, young Taoist priest?"
Fang Zhiyi straightened her back slightly: "You're welcome."
"Bastard! You bastard! My newly made clothes! Ugh!" The fake master had recovered by this time. He was covered in filth, and Fang Zhiyi took a step back in disgust.
"You've offended me, I'll curse you to death!" the fake master cursed, barely suppressing his disgust.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "You? A fake Taoist priest?"
"Who are you calling a fake Taoist priest!"
"I'm talking about you."
The fake master was furious; his words were utterly disgusting.
Fang Zhiyi stared into his eyes: "By the way, I can tell fortunes."
"you..."
"You won't live past midnight tonight."
"You're talking nonsense!"
"I'm very accurate at fortune telling."
The fake master laughed in anger: "Fine, fine, fine. If I'm still alive tomorrow, what will you say?"
"I am at your disposal."
"Good! You all heard it! This brat said it himself!" the fake master shouted. Behind him, Ah Zhen vomited again, almost making him vomit again. He headed straight for the door, and the onlookers made way for him.
"You just wait! Just you wait!"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged and looked at Azhen. He had finally finished vomiting, and his round belly had deflated. He weakly looked around, clearly having regained his senses.
"No need to thank me. I live in the west of the town. There's no need for me to come and thank you, or to help me spread the word. None of that is necessary," Fang Zhiyi said, and left gracefully.
"Master Dao, your words don't sound like you don't want people to thank you."
"Shut up."
Fang Zhiyi searched around but couldn't find the escaped starving ghost. After all, it was broad daylight, and ghosts and demons rarely showed themselves. In comparison, a demon like Xiaobai had a significant advantage.
"Master Daoist, are you really good at fortune telling?"
"None of your business. Keep your tail in and don't let anyone see it."
Little White's tail always sticks out unconsciously; there's nothing it can do about it. Only after a proper begging for a title can it make its tail disappear.
"Then why did you make the bet with that fake master?" Xiao Bai suddenly paused, "Master Dao, you're not planning to run away tonight, are you?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at it speechlessly: "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Xiao Bai nodded and shook its head, but its eyes were full of doubt. After spending the last few days together, Fang Zhiyi gave it the feeling that she might run away one day.
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