Bai Suzhen, I really need to punish you properly.

the other side.

Daoji continued treating the next patient, talking incessantly: "Your illness is quite serious. You sacrificed a lot for your family when you were young, so now that you're old, you've developed chronic illnesses from overwork. This 'Stretch Leg and Stare Eye Pill' only dissolves in your mouth, not in your hand. After taking it, I guarantee you'll be cured."

Daoji is still too much of a supermodel.

If this were to become a doctor in the mortal realm, it would be a complete game-changer.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but roll his eyes when he thought about how Daoji had only given him one "stretch leg and stare eye pill".

That's incredibly stingy.

We need to harvest more this time.

Even if he can't use it, that doesn't stop him from using it on others.

Wang Xuan and Zhong Li walked straight to Daoji's side.

"How do I cut in line?"

Immediately, someone in the crowd grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Daoji turned his head and grinned, "Oh, isn't this the magistrate and Miss Zhong Li?"

"Ah? Your Excellency, Magistrate?"

Upon hearing the words "Magistrate," the common people immediately tried to bow and kneel, but Wang Xuan raised his hand to signal them to dispense with the formalities.

He then looked at Daoji and jokingly remarked, "Isn't this the holy monk Daoji from Lingyin Temple?"

Zhong Li softly called out, "Holy Monk."

"I told you not to call me that, it puts a lot of pressure on me." Daoji fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, then remembered something. "Oh, right, I've already sent your letter. You should be able to see your brother anytime."

"Really? Thank you, Holy Monk!"

Seeing that he couldn't correct Zhong Li's way of addressing him, Daoji shook his head and sighed, "Ah, it's just a trivial matter, nothing to worry about."

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "You can continue with your treatment. Zhong Li and I will have something to ask you later."

"Are we going to have to deliver another message?"

Daoji frowned, instinctively sensing something was wrong.

"Don't worry, this won't be difficult."

Daoji's speed in treating patients was astonishing.

He simply took the patient's pulse and could see not only the patient's entire illness, but also everything he had done in the first half of his life.

However, Daoji was very principled and did not save evil people.

Zhong Li stood aside, finding it quite amazing.

After all the people in line had finished reading, Daoji lazily stretched and said with a helpless expression, "So, what's the matter this time?"

"You sounded so convincing just now, we're starting to doubt if what you're saying is true. Why don't you tell us about Zhong Li's marriage prospects?"

Daoji waved his fan and declined, saying, "I'm not the matchmaker, how could I possibly calculate this accurately?"

"You could even foresee something as trivial as someone stealing a chicken when they were twelve, but you can't foresee something like this now?"

Wang Xuan stared at him speechlessly, her eyes filled with resentment.

Who really told you to let it go?

Why don't you just put it on my head?

"No wonder you were the only one among the eighteen Arhats to be banished to the mortal realm. I knew it was because your cultivation wasn't up to par, and you made us wait in vain."

Zhong Li tugged at his sleeve, her ears turning red, and whispered, "Brother Wang Xuan, why don't we just let it go?"

"Hmm," Wang Xuan responded softly, then began to use reverse psychology: "Sister Zhong Li, let's go. Next time I'll find you someone who's even more accurate, like the Venerable Guangliang of Lingyin Temple. Actually, Venerable Guangliang is the truly enlightened monk in Lingyin Temple."

Daoji paused with his fan, his childlike competitive spirit instantly ignited: "Wait, monk, let me show you."

A glint flashed in his eyes as he carefully examined Zhong Li.

Although he couldn't predict other people's specific marriage prospects, he could tell whether there was a connection between two people, so he decided to take a look at the fate between Zhong Li and Wang Xuan.

The two people's auras naturally intertwined and merged, their thoughts attracting each other, as if there was an inexplicable bond between them.

"Zhong..."

"Wait a minute," Wang Xuan said, adding a layer of protection with a benevolent smile, "If your calculations are inaccurate or you're talking nonsense, I'll shut down your Lingyin Temple."

Daoji's lips twitched slightly.

Finally, he saw through Wang Xuan's thoughts.

If you want me, a monk, to be your matchmaker, just say so. Why go through all this trouble?

He was, after all, the reincarnation of the Arhat who subdued the dragon, a holy monk of Lingyin Temple, and all he did was use this to manipulate him.

Daoji said with a serious expression, "Miss Zhongli, the man you marry in the future will definitely be the man you love."

Wang Xuan remained calm, while Zhong Li looked shy.

"It's just..." Daoji deliberately stopped.

Zhong Li asked curiously, "What is it?"

"From now on, you'll have a lot more girlfriends."

Zhong Li's face flushed red, and she lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Wang Xuan.

I have a feeling that this holy monk is talking about Brother Wang Xuan.

"You'd better be telling the truth." Wang Xuan coughed lightly, somewhat displeased. You monk, at least mention some of my outstanding qualities. He changed the subject: "Daoji, what about those 'leg-stretching and eye-glaring pills' you just took out? Quite a few dozen of them are unwell in our county government. Could you take out a few dozen?"

"You think these are cabbages? Each one of these was rubbed out by me, a monk, using my spiritual power."

"This isn't a gold ingot, are you going to keep it to breed? Take out all the ones you have."

"Monk, I have four left."

"Alright, I'll come back for more if it's not enough." Wang Xuan waved his hand generously, put the pills into his cave, and then said seriously, "By the way, the culprit behind this Qiantang flood is a black wolf spirit called Black Wind. The people respectfully call you Holy Monk. You must not be able to bear seeing them suffer this undeserved disaster."

Wang Xuan only wanted Daoji to find Heifeng's whereabouts, and did not expect him to kill Heifeng directly. Then he took Zhong Li, whose cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and left.

He looked at the girl beside him and asked softly, "After your brother comes back to see you, do you still want to go back to Zhongnan Mountain?"

"I haven't thought about it yet... but I'll probably go back."

"Oh," Wang Xuan responded softly, her tone revealing no emotion.

Zhong Li was a sensitive person and felt that Wang Xuan's mood seemed a bit off. Feeling a little flustered, he looked up at Wang Xuan nervously, wondering if his previous reply had upset him.

Wang Xuan stared straight ahead, seemingly having no intention of speaking. The two walked in silence to Baohe Hall.

The pharmacy was bustling with people coming and going.

The sudden flood inevitably brought various injuries and illnesses, and Xu Xian has been extremely busy lately.

Wang Xuan suddenly asked Zhong Li softly, "You want to buy mugwort, sandalwood, and anything else?"

Zhong Li's heart softened, and she said softly, "I'll go inside and pick something out first. Brother Wang Xuan, could you wait for me here?"

"it is good."

After watching Zhong Li enter the inner room of the pharmacy, Wang Xuan summoned Xu Xian and casually inquired about his recent situation.

Zhong Li carefully selected the spices, intending to put them into a sachet she had embroidered herself and give it to Wang Xuan as a token of her gratitude.

After all, her specialty is delicate knitting, so after thinking it over, this was the only gift she could give.

"Little sister."

A deep, familiar male voice sounded from behind.

Zhong Li trembled slightly, barely daring to breathe. He slowly turned around and saw that standing behind him was his older brother, Zhong Kui.

She still has the same heroic appearance she remembers.

Tears welled up in Zhong Li's eyes as she stepped forward and grasped Zhong Kui's wrist, her voice trembling, "Brother, is it really you?"

Zhong Kui had been quietly observing from the shadows for a long time before finally mustering the courage to face his sister. He replied gently, "It's me. I guess you've turned misfortune into blessing. It's just that you've suffered these past years."

Zhong Li shook his head repeatedly.

"Brother, please don't say that. I've never resented you in the slightest. When I heard you were alive, I was just happy for you."

Zhong Kui looked at his excited sister and was equally moved. He tried to calm himself down and then looked at the distinguished Wang Xuan in the distance.

"Was it him who told you about me in the first place?"

He had already taken in all the intimate interactions between the two of them on the way here.

"Mm." Zhong Li nodded gently.

What do you think of him?