Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 86 Divine Image of a Clay Bodhisattva, Unparalleled Young Master

"A Qilin?" Ding An waved his hand, looking at him with a "you're kidding me" expression. "How could such a thing exist in this world?"

Ren Shaoyang used his "Bright Eyes" technique to look around and, finding no auspicious signs, breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, thank goodness this world isn't as chaotic as the last one."

Once he relaxed, Ren Shaoyang smiled and began telling them the story of the Fire Qilin.

When I heard that Feng Shimei looked like Ding'an wearing a wig.

Ding'an couldn't hold back any longer and bluntly said that you were slandering him.

Hongxiu, on the other hand, was always eager to stir up trouble and started pestering Ding'an, insisting on getting him a wig to try out.

Ding'an was completely exasperated by the pestering and could only smile wryly and say, "Where can I get a wig? What martial arts master would wear a wig!"

"Hey! Slander, blatant slander!" Ren Shaoyang laughed. "Who says a great hero can't be bald?"

"Huh? What if we knock off their wigs later? Wouldn't that mean it's a fight to the death?"

"Haha, when the bald hero chases after us, yelling 'Give me back my wig,' it'll be quite a strange sight!"

The three walked along the river, and Ren Shaoyang became more and more energetic as he talked.

The story begins with the Fire Qilin, then moves on to the Green Man King, then to Yan Ying, and finally to the Mud Bodhisattva's prediction of Xiong Ba's fate.

Hongxiu suddenly clapped her hands and shouted, "Crippled man, how about we dress up as clay Buddhas and set up a fortune-telling stall?"

Are you sure you can do it?

"Don't underestimate me. I studied the 'Plum Blossom Manual' before I studied the 'Thousand Miles Manuscript of Destiny.' Have I wasted these twenty-odd days studying the classic 'I Ching'?"

Ren Shaoyang said expressionlessly, "Do you want to be beaten twice in a row?"

Hongxiu chuckled, "That's exactly why I need you and the severed hand to protect me!" She patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, with my divine eyes and ears, I can read people's faces and read their thoughts. How could I not be accurate? Guaranteed to make money!"

Ren Shaoyang and Ding An listened to what she said.

Feeling a surge of childlike wonder, he went to find bamboo poles and white cloth and made a banner.

Ding An wrote the five large characters "Divine Image Mud Bodhisattva" on it, with strong and elegant strokes, which are very pleasing to the eye.

Once everything was ready, I went to the town market to set up a fortune-telling stall.

But no one paid any attention to her for a long time, simply because people saw that she was just a woman, and although she was generous and lovely, they never believed that a little beggar could tell fortunes.

Quite a few old women came to ask if anyone lived there.

Ren Shaoyang intimidated him and chased him away with a few punches and kicks.

Seeing that people judge others by their appearance, Ren Shaoyang was secretly annoyed. He used his eyes to observe the faces of passersby, and when he saw someone with a worried expression or someone who looked radiant, he would immediately step forward and shout, "Please wait, benefactor!"

Before the man could react, he was patted on the shoulder and hooked on the foot, lifted up like a turtle being flipped over.

Amid the man's exclamation, Ren Shaoyang shouted "Sorry," "It's for your own good," and other strange words, before quickly lifting him up to have his fortune told.

To be honest, the passersby were initially unwilling.

However, intimidated by the tyrannical power of Ren Shaoyang and Ding An, they could only obediently comply.

The beggar chuckled coldly, repeatedly saying things like "his face was dark" and "his forehead was green," leaving the newcomer completely bewildered.

Thus, Hongxiu used her "bright eyes" to observe his facial expressions and her "keen ears" to listen to his heart rate, thus cheating.

He could predict every single one of them accurately, with every detail perfectly explained, making them laugh and cry, and exclaiming, "Little fortune teller!"
Upon seeing this, passersby flocked to watch, forming a dense, impenetrable circle.

Seeing this, Ding'an also got some paper and pen and helped write some annotations.

His handwriting was excellent, and passersby were amazed to see a cute young girl with the nickname "Little Fortune Teller" and a young man with a missing arm with such good calligraphy.

Ren Shaoyang stood to the side with his hands on his hips, acting as a doorman. He would serve tea and water, help buy toilet paper, and catch a few thugs who wanted to cause trouble, talking to them politely and asking for some money.

Although he was not good at physiognomy and his handwriting was not good, he was deeply involved and worked just as hard as the little beggar and Ding'an.

Amidst all the noise and merriment, time flew by and dusk arrived.

Seeing that the number of people was decreasing, the three of them decided to pack up and return to the inn.

After dinner, I hurried back to my room to do some calculations.

Hey!
In just half a day, they amassed a staggering several dozen taels of silver!

Ding An laughed and said, "We've found a way to make a living after we retire from the martial world."

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "Everyone says that storytellers and fortune tellers make a fortune, and now that I've seen it, it's true."

That's true. It's said that during the Republic of China era, a rickshaw puller could earn enough in a day to feed and clothe a family of seven or eight. Meanwhile, a storyteller's daily earnings could equal a rickshaw puller's monthly salary!
However, with such exorbitant profits, is it something that everyone can do?

Storytelling is something only an absolute genius can do. Have you not heard of any other storytelling masters after Mr. Shan Tianfang?

The same goes for fortune tellers. The truly skilled ones are all worshipped by high-ranking officials and nobles. How many people from the lower classes can actually see the light of day? You haven't even heard of them!

The little beggar chuckled and said, "From now on, when we travel the world, we'll swindle and cheat—I mean, we'll spread our reputation for accurate predictions far and wide."

She held the magic knife and began carving something on the wood with swift, rapid strokes.

"Ding'an is the literary master who 'creates flowers with his pen,' and Shaoyang is the martial master who 'lifts mountains and tripods.' With you two protecting me, this clay Buddha, won't money come in big gulps?"

Ding An's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he exclaimed happily, "That's right! We can make money just by talking! It's much more comfortable than toiling away at Lianfeng forging iron!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "No wonder Master Xiang said you were a rebellious disciple."

Upon hearing this, Ding'an shrank back and chuckled foolishly.

Hongxiu placed the carved object on the table and said arrogantly, "Crippled man, how dare you talk like that? When we make money later, I'll split the profits 50/50 with the one-handed man!"

Ding'an asked curiously, "Who's five?"

Hongxiu: "."

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily and got up to look at Xiao Jiaohua Diao's things.

On the table was a wooden carving about the size of a palm, depicting three people.

On the left, a small figure stands with arms crossed like a Vajra, on the right, a small figure sits writing with a smile on his face, and in the middle, a little girl stares ahead with an air of otherworldly wisdom.

Behind the three people was a banner, but it was blank and without any words.

Ren Shaoyang looked at it for a long time and then laughed, "It's truly lifelike."

The beggar laughed and said, "Just one more thing, the broken hand."

"Have!"

Ding'an immediately got up.

He took out a short knife and began carving words on the banner.

Seeing how seriously he was carving, Ren Shaoyang turned around and went out, intending to buy some spicy braised food for a late-night snack.

Sichuan-style spicy braised dishes have an excellent flavor. They are made with aged broth and braising liquid, resulting in a unique taste. Whether it's tendon or beef, they are top-quality accompaniments to meals and drinks.

But when he opened the door...

The once noisy inn suddenly fell silent.

The loud voices of the people drinking suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of them quietly eating and chewing.

These martial arts practitioners seemed to have suddenly turned into quails.

"No, I'm not some street thug. Did I scare them into silence as soon as I came out?" Ren Shaoyang frowned and leaned against the railing. In the middle of the hall, he saw two beautiful young women in white standing gracefully. Their clothes were as white as snow, their hair was jet black, and their skin was so white it was almost transparent, even whiter than their clothes.

They didn't speak or make any other movements.

Yet it exudes a stunningly arrogant air, so arrogant it stings the eyes and chills the heart.

"Wow, these two sisters are so fair-skinned and beautiful!" Hongxiu's voice came, but she changed the subject, "They're just too arrogant."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "With fair skin and an air of arrogance, only a forbidden place in the martial world—the Embroidered Jade Valley Flower Palace—can cultivate such a girl."

Hongxiu said, "Their demeanor is very similar to that of the older sister you fought that night. Are they from the same place?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Yes, but these two should be maids."

Hongxiu exclaimed, "Wow, if even the maids are this amazing, then the master must be incredibly powerful!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Their master is a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, the flawless young master, Hua Wuque."

"Young Master Wuque?" Hongxiu blinked. "Wuque means the five elements are balanced and flowing, which means he is mostly mediocre. But how could someone who can represent the Yihua Palace in the martial world at such a young age be mediocre?"

Ren Shaoyang praised, "You're right. This person is said to be exceptionally handsome and charismatic, unmatched by anyone."

Hongxiu sighed and laughed, "If your ability is not the problem, then it must be your family background that's lacking?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You really are a master of making accurate predictions."

Hongxiu said, "That's right, we're honest with everyone, young and old!"

Just then, a young man in white slowly walked in from the doorway.

He made no other movements, just walked in steps, wearing nothing more than an ordinary white long gown.

But the young master's elegant and noble demeanor, like the warm sun in the sky, made the two pretty women in white seem less dazzling.

Even though they were all incredibly beautiful, they paled in comparison to this young man in white.

"Truly, you are a peerless gentleman!" Hongxiu couldn't help but exclaim.

Hua Wuque opened his folding fan with a "whoosh" and waved it gently, nodding slightly to the martial arts figures on both sides and revealing a warm smile.

That smile revealed an endless charm.

He then led the woman in white to a private room and slowly entered.

Once they disappeared from the private room, the hall erupted in chaos.

"Who is this? His demeanor and bearing are simply unparalleled!"

"Who else could it be? In the entire martial arts world, which other young master wears white robes and possesses such an aura?"

"Could it be...the Flower Palace?"

"That's it! He is the flawless young master of the Yihua Palace!"

"Ahh~!"

Upon hearing that the young man in white was actually a disciple of the Yihua Palace, the martial arts practitioners in the hall were immediately startled. Many of them paid their bills and slunk away, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

at the same time.

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu were walking down the street, also talking about Hua Wuque.

Hongxiu said, "Crippled man, why were you disappointed at first, and then excited when you saw him?"

Disappointed?

It's disappointing that he's not the same person as the twitching, flawless young master from the TV series.

As for excitement...
Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "When I saw him, I almost couldn't help but call Ding An out."

Hongxiu asked, "Why did you call the severed hand out?"

Ren Shaoyang grinned mischievously: "If Ding'an were to shout to him, 'My master is Emperor Qianlong,' I'd like to see his reaction."

Hongxiu sighed, rubbing her face, and said, "You're talking nonsense again."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and changed the subject, saying, "Let's rest for the night and set off tomorrow morning. Mount Emei is only a hundred miles or so from Leshan, and the treasure is in the mountains."

"That's great!" Hongxiu exclaimed with delight. "After being in this martial world for more than half a year, it's finally time to get down to business!"

Ren Shaoyang rolled his eyes at her: "Treating your illness is the most important thing!"

"Oh, no conflict, no conflict," Hongxiu said with a smile. "As long as I bring out the treasure, my illness will be cured."

Ren Shaoyang asked, "How strong are you to carry such a large treasure?"

The little beggar looked around and spotted two auspicious stone lions guarding a vermilion gate. Her eyes darted around, and she exclaimed, "Watch this!"

After saying that, he ran over with a thud, swung his arms, and carried the load on his shoulder.

A clear shout rang out: "Rise!"

Dust flew up as Hongxiu lifted the four- or five-hundred-pound stone lion.

Passersby were startled to see a little girl carrying such a huge stone lion and all scattered in fear, screaming in terror.

Even worse, some people, after running far away, suddenly felt a chill in their lower body, looked down, and realized they had wet themselves in fear.

Hongxiu carried it a few steps without breaking a sweat, and even raised an eyebrow at Ren Shaoyang, laughing loudly, "Crippled man, this is just a stone lion. If it were a golden lion, this heroine could carry another one!"

Just as they were laughing, the vermilion gate behind them suddenly swung open, and someone ran out, clapping his hands and shouting, "You...you put the stone lion down!"

Then a loud shouting was heard, and more than a dozen servants rushed over with sticks.

The man roared, "Damn it, they've come to steal from my house? Beat those two 'Bonnie and Clyde' thieves up!"

Upon hearing this, the servants behind him glared at him and rushed forward.

Ren Hanfei sighed, waved his sleeve, and the stone lion on the back of the "Hanfei" in red sleeves jumped up about ten feet high.

As the crowd approached, he caught the falling stone lion, flipped his hand, and the stone lion began to spin rapidly in his hand.

Then he waved his hand again.

The stone lion, accompanied by a whirlwind, swept through the air and pressed down on the crowd.

The attack was swift as lightning. Even before they were fully airborne, the strong winds stung their skin. The sheer force of the attack terrified them, causing them to fall to the ground in shock.

With a deafening roar, the stone lion spun around in place, raising clouds of dust, and everyone scattered in all directions.

Once the dust had settled, everyone looked closely and saw a large round pit on the ground. The stone lion had returned to a distance, as if it had never moved.

The man stared blankly at the empty surroundings when suddenly someone shouted, "A ghost!" He immediately scattered in panic.

The two ruthless bandits had already escaped hand in hand when the dust filled the air.

The next moment, they appeared in front of the braised food king's stall at the west end of the street, bought three catties of tendon and five catties of beef, and then strolled back to the inn.

These can be eaten as a late-night snack or as a treat for beggars on the go.

The three of them ate happily and slept soundly.

The next morning, after feeding the donkey its fill of hay, they set off towards Mount Emei.

(End of this chapter)