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Jie Se shook his head: "So you still believe it. But I still have to say, fortune telling and such are all superstitions. Brother Wu, just listen to it and don't take it seriously."

"As a monk, is it really okay for you to say something like that?" Wu Qiong retorted.

With hands clasped together, he said, "Even Buddhas are human beings. As long as one has a proper understanding of Buddhism, everyone can become a Buddha."

Wu Qiong curled his lip: "Speaking of which, I don't think I've ever seen fortune tellers at Shaolin Temple. Don't you guys do that kind of business? You should be able to make a lot of money from the worshippers."

Jiese Qian laughed and said, "Our temple used to offer this service, but we canceled it later."

"Why?" Wu Qiong's curiosity was successfully piqued.

"Because it's inaccurate." Jie Se's expression was complicated: "A benefactor came to have his fortune told, and my uncle told him that he would have no offspring in his life, but he later had many children. Therefore, our temple feels that fortune telling is too ethereal and unrealistic, and for the sake of our temple's reputation, we simply gave up this business."

No...maybe it's just that he's being cuckolded...

But Wu Qiong decided to keep this idea to himself.

The group strolled around the vendor area specially designated by the Taiqing Sect.

At this time, the cries of vendors echoed throughout the market area.

"The Taiqing Sect's prized treasure, the 'Taiqing Glazed Pendant,' is on massive clearance sale!"

Wu Qiong was taken aback: "'Taiqing Glazed Pendant'? And it's being sold in bulk? Let's go take a look."

The group arrived at the stall. The stall owner was dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a full head of white hair and a beard that hung down to his chest. He looked like an ordinary old Taoist priest.

That is, if you ignore his muscular build, which makes his loose Taoist robe look like a tight-fitting bodysuit.

When he saw Wu Qiong and his group approach his stall, his eyes lit up, and he smiled as he tried to sell them: "Young friends, are you here to visit the Taiqing Sect? Why not take a few 'Taiqing Glass Pendants' back as souvenirs for your relatives and friends?"

His stall was piled high with copper "Taiqing Glass Pendants".

The Taiqing Sect's prized treasure, the "Taiqing Glazed Pendant," is made of glazed glass. Overall, it resembles a ring-shaped jade pendant, but it is larger than a typical jade pendant and has a circular hole in the center.

Wu Qiong secretly compared the two in his mind and realized that the "Golden Relic" could fit perfectly into that hole.

Wu Qiong squatted down, rummaging through the pile of "Taiqing Glazed Pendants" on the stall, and asked, "Daoist Master, how much are these 'Taiqing Glazed Pendants'?"

"Three taels for one, ten taels for three." The old Taoist priest smiled kindly.

"..." Wu Qiong was speechless.

Do you think this is selling bamboo rats?!

He stood up and sighed, "These are nice, but not what I want."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" the old Taoist priest said, trying to stop him. "If you don't like these, young master, I have more here."

After saying that, he took out seven or eight "Taiqing Glazed Pendants" from the divine palace. Some were made of gold, some of silver, and some of glazed glass.

"These are..." Wu Qiong's eyes widened.

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly: "This silver one is a replica, and the gold one is a replica made of real gold."

"What about this glass one?" Wu Qiong asked curiously.

The old Taoist priest said solemnly, "Super Invincible Ultimate Replica Gold Second Edition. Revised."

"..." Wu Qiong cupped his hands and asked, "May I ask your esteemed name, Master?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard and laughed, "My friends in the martial arts world are too kind, calling me Master Pu Kong."

Wu Qiong was filled with respect: "So it's you, Kabiao... cough, Kapukong, my apologies for not recognizing you."

Master Kapukong said smugly, "Young friend, you're too kind."

"I think if you were to cook, Daoist Master, your culinary skills would surely be outstanding," Wu Qiong said with an awkward laugh.

Kapukong asked in surprise, "How did you know, young friend? I am indeed skilled at cooking, especially at reheating leftover rice. Would you like to buy some?"

"I'll take the regular version, three please."

"Ten taels of silver, thank you for your patronage."

Wu Qiong took it, casually tossed it into the shrine, shook his head and sighed as he led the others away.

"Shaolin Temple's most precious treasure, the 'Golden Light Relic'! Three taels each! Three for ten taels! Don't miss it! Everyone come and take a look!" a monk shouted.

Wu Qiongchong, who was abstaining from lust, exclaimed, "Master, your Shaolin business has even spread to the Taiqing Sect. Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"

"These are not monks from our Shaolin Temple," Jie Se shook his head.

Wu Qiong agreed, "That's true. Your Shaolin Temple is focused on honing your acting skills, so you probably don't have much free time to do this kind of thing."

"No," Jie Se retorted, "What this humble monk means is that we Shaolin monks sell our local specialties at the foot of the mountain; we wouldn't travel this far."

Seeing that Wu Qiong remained silent, he continued, "I suppose this monk bought his goods wholesale from us and then came here to sell them."

"They're all birds of a feather," Wu Qiong asked, "Master, you collect so much money from worshippers, yet you still sell local specialties to make money?"

"The money from the incense offerings has all been used to build the Buddha statues in the front hall for tourists to visit." Jie Se put his hands together and said solemnly, "The worshippers come to worship Buddha just to find solace, so we give them that solace. That's why the Buddha statues are all radiant with golden light, majestic and compassionate."

"But we do not have any Buddha statues in the place where we actually live, because Buddha is not a god, but a human being, and Buddha also said not to worship idols."

Wu Qiong pondered: "Just like the Taiqing Sect, the main hall for tourists to worship enshrines the Three Pure Ones, while the main hall on the back mountain only has the character 'Dao'."

"That's right." Jie Se nodded, then advised, "So fortune telling and the like are all superstitions, Brother Wu, you must not believe them."

Wu Qiong ignored him and instead glanced around aimlessly.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and his eyes lit up: "Let's go, let's go have our fortunes told."

Following his gaze, the group saw a deserted stall in a corner of the noisy vendor area. Next to the stall stood a banner with only two large characters: "Divine Calculation" and two tiny characters: "Free".

Behind the stall, a girl in a light blue Taoist robe was lying there leisurely with her legs crossed, her hands behind her head, and a paper umbrella covering her face.

In such a bustling and noisy place, her quietness stood out as she blended in with the surrounding atmosphere.

Wu Qiong's gaze was firmly drawn to her.

It wasn't because she was pretty, because her face was completely hidden by the umbrella.

It wasn't because of her figure. Although she had a pretty good figure, it wasn't much better than Xiaobai, Shi'er, or Xuanji.

So what attracted him?

It's because it's "free"!

Wu Qiong walked over, and Xiao Bai and the other two followed.

"May I ask if you could tell my fortune, my fairy?" Wu Qiong asked as he sat down.

The nun sat up, yawned lazily, her eyes half-open, looking listless, clearly having just woken up.

Wu Qiong sized her up.

The nun looked to be in her early twenties. Her face, without any makeup, didn't seem particularly striking at first glance, but the longer you looked, the more beautiful she became. She wore a loose, light blue Taoist robe, and her hair was left loose, giving her a relaxed and carefree air, as if she didn't care about anything.

She spoke lazily, "What do you want, sir?"