Painting, for the Beimo Cheng King, is not a difficult task.
After the Beimo Cheng King left, the Taoist collected the two silver notes, ready to pack up, when two fortune-tellers approached.
The Taoist continued his business.
The Beimo Cheng King walked a bit further away and turned back to the Taoist, "Go and find out the background of this Taoist."
The guard nodded and left.
The Beimo Cheng King didn't wander the streets idly; his head seemed to be fuming with smoke, who has the leisure for that?
He went straight back to the Crown Prince's Separate Courtyard.
The Beimo Cheng King, who hadn't copied Buddhist Scriptures for decades, unsettlingly started to do so.
By evening, the guard returned and reported the news to the Beimo Cheng King, "That Taoist had been telling fortunes in front of Putuo Temple, only started setting up a fortune-telling stall on the street a few days ago."
