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Sang Qingxiao pretended not to hear and followed the group into the main hall. Inside, the hall maintained its empty and desolate style, with eighty-one meditation cushions arranged in the open space in front of the statues, corresponding to the number of people entering.
Everyone rushed to the front positions, while Sang Qingxiao and Qi Xiaomian chose a corner in the last row. Qi Xiaomian whispered to her that the Immortal Statue was an ordinary one.
It was unclear what material it was carved from, but it faintly emitted a light blue glow, adding a touch of celestial ambiance. The Immortal Statue appeared lifelike, even down to the strands of hair, depicting a middle-aged man whose looks were not stunning—just above average—but his demeanor was impeccably refined, exuding an air of ethereal grace that would leave no room for doubt about his identity.
Sun Rongniang had told them that once inside the hall, they should sit quietly and contemplate their desires. If they could move the immortal, he would respond on the spot, and they would wait for news that night; it would be a time for negotiation.
The Immortal Statue was indeed intriguing. Niu Dali had spread his so-called teachings everywhere; on the streets, one could hear snippets of it everywhere. Yet within this temple, there was no talk of doctrine—only quiet contemplation was required.
They did not expect the immortal to truly choose them; it felt more like a brief respite. When the bell rang three times outside, the believers stood up and left the hall.
Outside, Lou Old Woman reappeared beside her lantern stall. If anyone wanted something, they simply needed to pay and take it. Sang Qingxiao bought one and as she turned to leave, she suddenly realized that Lou Old Woman and her stall had vanished without a trace.
What an impressive spell! It was so silent that she hadn’t even noticed.
Outside the temple, a yellow cowherd was still soliciting customers. Upon seeing the two emerge, he kept his distance but nodded and bowed respectfully. Qi Xiaomian beckoned him over with a finger.
The man grinned widely as he approached. "Sir, how can I assist you?"
"Lu Xiaochuan, right?"
"Your memory is remarkable! I heard that Niu Xianshi has welcomed a son and is hosting a banquet tomorrow. Do you have any method to help us obtain an invitation?"
This put Lu Xiaochuan in a difficult position. He boasted about having many connections; it shouldn’t be too hard—just throw some silver around, and someone would manage it.
For such wealthy patrons, Lu Xiaochuan wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by. He observed that this gentleman had an extraordinary demeanor; he clearly wasn’t an ordinary person. If he could reveal his identity, getting in wouldn’t be difficult—even if it meant sitting among distinguished guests.
"Of course I know your identity! But I don’t want to attract unnecessary trouble; that's why I'm seeking someone like you to handle this matter. If you can’t help, then don’t block my way."
"Please, give me just one chance! I promise I will make it happen."
Qi Xiaomian tossed another gold nugget his way as a deposit. "And make sure our positions aren’t too conspicuous."
It must be said that gold held an irresistible allure; with just one mention of a deposit, Lu Xiaochuan managed to arrange everything within an hour. He cleverly crafted identities for the two—wealthy merchants who were inconspicuous yet affluent since Niu Dali was known to be greedy for wealth.
The invitation also marked the seating arrangement, positioned towards the back in the center, which was quite good and unobtrusive.
Lu Xiaochuan, that clever kid, had a sick family member, which made him a bit greedy. However, he was reliable in his dealings. If you two are not short on money, getting in touch with him would be a wise choice; after all, there’s a reason why things are expensive.
Sun Rongniang, as an observer, perhaps due to similar hardships, chimed in with a suggestion. Since he had difficulties at home, why not go to the Immortal Statue and make a request?
In this city, there are those who do not believe in immortals. Lu Xiaochuan puts on one face publicly while showing another behind the scenes; he only believes in money. I had some rapport with him. When he saw the lanterns outside my shop had been changed, he knew I was about to make a deal with the immortal and even came over to offer some advice.
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