"Your Excellency is so generous and kind-hearted." Shen Luoruo bought the fish with the intention of releasing it. He was quite impressed by the scholar and walked forward to bow.
"I was once like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, but I can only empathize with them. Besides... in the end, it was me who did not fulfill... my responsibilities." The middle-aged scholar said calmly.
Shen Luo was stunned. What did this scholar mean
The middle-aged scholar seemed to have no intention of saying more to Shen Luo. He sighed, turned and walked away.
The young fisherman looked at the middle-aged scholar's back, his eyes rolled, he put on the fishing gear beside him and hurried away.
Without any excitement to watch, the onlookers left one after another.
Shen Luo did not move. After everyone had left, he took his hands out from behind his back.
He was twisting a golden scale between his fingers. It was the one the middle-aged scholar used to buy fish. He had just used his magic power to secretly take it from the fisherman's arms.
But he also put in ten taels of silver, so it wasn't in vain.
"There's no mistake, this is a dragon scale!" He placed the golden scale on his forehead, sensed it carefully, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured.
Not only are these dragon scales, but there's also a faint hint of yin energy entwined on the scales.
"This scholar is a little weird, let's follow him and see what happens." Shen Luo raised his head and looked in the direction where the scholar was going, then quickly caught up with him.
A figure rushed out in panic from a nearby alley and was about to bump into him.
Shen Luo glanced and used the spinning force of his feet to dodge to the side, barely avoiding the person who was coming, but still touched the thing in the other person's hand.
With a clang, the jar of wine in the man's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, and a strong aroma of wine spread out.
"My Hundred Days Drunk! Where did this little brat come from? How dare you bump into me!" The man was an old Taoist in a gray robe. When he saw the wine jar was broken, he pointed at Shen Luo and cursed.
Shen Luo's face darkened. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly lit up and he bowed: "Master, it's you! Long time no see."
The old Taoist priest in gray robe was none other than the fortune-telling monk who had instructed him to find the thousand-year-old spiritual milk at the foot of Baihua Mountain that day.
Judging from the situation, the fortune teller has changed his identity again.
"Who are you?" The old Taoist in gray robe was stunned by Shen Luo and looked confused.
"Master, have you forgotten me? We parted at the foot of Baihua Mountain in Tangqiu County that day, but I didn't expect to meet you here today." Shen Luo said with a smile.
He had been looking for this man for a long time in Tangqiu County that day, but unfortunately he couldn't find him. Unexpectedly, he met him here today. He was so surprised that he immediately forgot about tracking the middle-aged scholar.
"Oh, I remember now. It's you. Is the fortune I told you that day still accurate?" The old Taoist in gray robe looked at Shen Luo and soon remembered him.
"Master, you are very knowledgeable about divination. Following your instructions, I have successfully found what I was looking for." Shen Luo thanked him.
"My master's divination skills are learned from the ancient great master Guiguzi, so the hexagrams are naturally very accurate. However, your condition is even worse than the last time we met. Could it be that the thing you found didn't work?" The gray-robed old Taoist smiled complacently, then looked at Shen Luo's face and said in surprise.
"Master, you have a keen eye and can see through my situation at a glance." Shen Luo sighed.