"Longhu Temple, Qin Luo."
"The worldview is a heretical one."
Qin Luo said softly, "Senior, if those two children can't save enough money, will you help them?"
"Of course not."
Without the slightest hesitation, Zuo Dao sat back down. "Everything in this world comes at a price. Does that mean the weak should enjoy special treatment?"
"At the very least, the strong should protect the weak."
This is Qin Luo's principle.
Zuo Dao shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Master Qin, you are still young. The reality is that the strong prey on the weak."
The little girl frowned. She didn't like the old man, but she felt that what the older brother and the old man said was right.
Qin Luo didn't argue, but asked softly, "How much money would you like to help them, senior?"
Zuo Dao looked at Qin Luo, smiled with narrowed eyes, stroked his beard and said, "If it's an ordinary person's money, it will cost one hundred taels of silver, but if it's a Taoist priest's money, it will only cost one coin."
Qin Luo took out a coin and placed it on the table. "I'll pay this coin for them."
The little dumpling was puzzled. "Why do ordinary people charge a hundred taels, but my boss only charges one coin? Is there any difference in the amount of money?"
Zuo Dao picked up the inconspicuous copper coin and said, "Money, if it stays with us for a long time, will absorb the host's luck. This small copper coin is worth more than mountains of gold and silver."
"Can I absorb the luck?"
The little dumpling blinked.
Zuo Dao put away the copper coin. "No, but following someone with great fortune can bring many benefits."
"Hehe." The little dumpling looked at Qin Luo with a determined look in its eyes and said, "Boss, I'm sticking with you."
Zuo Dao stared at Qin Luo and chuckled, "Master Qin, I can tell your fortune."
Is it free?
Qin Luo smiled slightly.
Zuo Dao shook his head, "Fortune telling costs ten coins."
"Never mind then."
Qin Luo dislikes fortune telling, so since it costs money, he can simply refuse.
Zuo Dao looked at Shi Tou and chuckled, "Kid, you just gave the brother and sister ten coins, so I'll tell your fortune."
Stone paused for a moment.
"That's interesting."
The little dumpling was cracking sunflower seeds.
Zuo Dao took out a black tortoise shell, muttered incantations, and copper coins inside the shell started to collide. Finally, three copper coins flew out.
The little dumpling tilted its head, "What does that mean?"
Zuo Dao laughed and said, "The divination shows that you have a tough life; no matter what you do, you won't die."
"That's amazing!"
The little dumpling's eyes were filled with envy.
Stone scratched his head blankly, and Zuo Dao continued, "Being lucky is relative. If you are lucky, then the people around you will be unlucky. They might even choke to death while drinking water."
"ah?"
The little dumpling's eyes widened.
Upon hearing this, Shi Tou's eyes reddened, and he wiped them. Qin Luo rubbed his head and said softly, "You did nothing wrong."
The little dumpling sensed something amiss with the unorthodox method. She took out ten copper coins and said, "Senior, please tell my boss's fortune."
Why don't you count?
"Because the boss will protect me."
The little dumpling proudly stood with its hands on its hips.
Zuo Dao placed three copper coins into the tortoise shell and then began to tell Qin Luo's fortune. When he shook the tortoise shell, cracks appeared on it.
Bang!
The tortoise shell cracked.
Zuo Dao exclaimed in terror, "This is an ominous sign, a very bad omen!"
The little dumpling's tuft of hair stood on end, its eyes wide with anger. "Don't talk nonsense! It's clearly your turtle shell that's of poor quality. Give me my money back! Give me my money back!"
"Stop fooling around."
Qin Luo remained calm. "Fortune and misfortune are intertwined; who knows if it's not a blessing in disguise?"
Zuo Dao nodded and kindly reminded him, "Master Qin, don't give alms or help lightly. You don't have much luck left."
"Thank you for the reminder, senior."
Qin Luo bowed respectfully. He now seemed to understand why his master was so reluctant to spend a single penny; it was probably because he didn't want to lose his luck.
Qin Luo and the others walked towards the city gate. The little dumpling got angrier and angrier, "I should have bought more sesame cakes. I'm so angry."
"So don't consult fortune tellers unless it's absolutely necessary."
Qin Luo didn't care. Before leaving Longhu Temple, he had drawn the worst possible fortune in a row, so he had already prepared for the worst. "After you finish reciting the Qingjing Sutra, you can go back to Ziyun Mountain Range."
The little dumpling pouted, looking aggrieved. "Boss, you promised to take me to the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom. You can't lie to me."
"Aren't you afraid of danger?"
"I'm not afraid."
A fire pattern lit up between the little dumpling's eyebrows.
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