Ji Lao San looked up at the sky, his heart aching as if twisted. "Did I offend the God of Wealth today?" he wailed. "I've been losing money left and right! Is there a Divine Temple nearby? I need to go pay my respects!"
Ji Lao San asked his servant.
The servant shook his head vigorously. "I don't know!"
Ji Youcheng was so angry that he stomped his foot. "You, you, you... Why didn't you remind me that there were banknotes in there, not loose silver pieces?"
The servant looked utterly innocent. "Master, isn't it said that when offering prayers, sincerity is what makes them effective?"
Ji Lao San was rendered speechless and stalked off without another word.
"Hey! Master, where are you going?"
The servant quickly followed, asking again, but received no reply. So, he had no choice but to silently trail after his master, observing his foul mood all the way to the Yuelai Inn.
