"Look, there are performers over there."
What are they selling?
Street performances?
Fang Qing shifted her gaze and saw, outside the tower courtyard, shadows flickering. As they walked closer, it was clearly a monk telling fortunes and drawing lots.
This isn't something where you can pay whatever you wish.
A dollar won't solve this problem.
Almost every temple has a spot for fortune-telling and drawing lots. Previously, in East Sea, Jiang Chen accompanied Shi to the temple to find her mom, and was dragged into paying for a fortune-reading by that aunt.
What did the lot paper say?
Can't quite remember.
Anyway... Sigh, it seemed like a good fortune.
Jiang Chen figured that Qing Mei probably wouldn't be interested in this kind of thing, and besides, they clearly stated the price: a hundred dollars per lot.
One hundred dollars.
Following her economical way of worship, she could respectfully bow to all the Bodhisattvas in the temple many times over.
"Let's try."
