"You're going?"
Xin Lin asked, her face full of curiosity.
"The Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship is in the palace."
Feng Xi thought for a moment and said.
"That's great, Feng Xi, you hurry up and go. Here's a token for entering the palace; take it with you so no one questions you."
After speaking, Xin Lin handed her token to Feng Xi.
"Xin Lin, what's your impression of the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship?"
Feng Xi took the token and suddenly asked.
"The Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship, huh, nine times out of ten, is that kind of old-fashioned, very old and serious old man who knocks on a wooden fish every day, recites Buddhist scriptures, and holds a string of Buddha beads, babbling away. Feng Xi, you must never become the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship, because you'd become ugly. You'd better remain the little monk sweeping the grounds."
Xin Lin said with a smile.
