After rushing out of the fortune-telling room, Wang Yao headed straight for the Arhat Hall. Inside, he found it densely packed with statues of Bodhisattvas; there were far more than five hundred Arhats, at least tens of thousands. Each Bodhisattva had a plastic lotus flower placed before them.
There were many monks wandering around the Arhat Hall, like supermarket clerks who catch shoplifters. When they saw Wang Yao, one of the monks quickly came up to greet him.
"Esteemed benefactor, would you like to invite an Arhat or a lotus flower?" the monk asked.
"Please invite an Arhat," Wang Yao answered confidently. He knew that inviting a lotus flower would definitely be cheaper than inviting an Arhat, but it was a matter of lifelong protection, so it was normal for it to be a little more expensive. He was an immortal, and he had already gotten a great deal. If he really wanted to save money, wouldn't burning incense be even cheaper? Do you know about the cost-effectiveness?
"May I ask which Arhat you wish to invite?" the monk continued.
"Uh..." Wang Yao was dumbfounded. The high monk who interpreted the divination hadn't given any instructions.
"It's alright, just tell me what you wish to achieve. Different Arhats have different wishes." The monk was very patient. It's normal for high monks to be too busy and sometimes forget to tell you what to do. They were just helping the group of high monks to fill in the gaps.
"Over eight thousand! Are you kidding me?" Wang Yao was about to explain to the monk when a sudden exclamation reached his ears. The accent sounded very familiar; it was none other than Hua Tuo, who had come with him.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Hua Tuo holding a statue of an Arhat, glaring at a monk. Wang Yao hurried over.
"This is how it works to invite an Arhat. If you think it's too expensive, you can invite a Lotus Flower, which costs six hundred and sixty-six..." the monk explained softly to Hua Tuo.
"Oh my god!" Wang Yao was shocked when he heard the price of the lotus flower. He had thought that the little Arhat could be sculpted in one hand and was obviously made of clay and fired hastily. But since it was a product of a famous mountain temple, it should cost at most a hundred or so yuan.
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