Qin Liuxi returned, and the happiest by far was the head steward Qing Yuan, whose eyes gleamed like a wolf seeing meat, glowing green.
In truth, ever since the disaster struck, their Qingping Temple hasn't stopped serving porridge, and they are already so poor that they can't keep going. Especially now that grain is getting more expensive, they've changed to serving every two days, with more water in the porridge, barely hanging on.
Now that Qin Liuxi has returned, Qing Yuan feels like he's seen a walking money bag.
"The Junior Temple Master went out to raise silver, and if you hadn't returned, we at Qingping Temple would be eating water-clear porridge." Qing Yuan said bitterly.
Qin Liuxi handed over a stack of silver notes, saying, "Where did Xuan Yi go?"
"The daughter of the Magistrate in An Nan Prefecture seems to be possessed, and he was invited to check it out." Qing Yuan said, "But it's been several days and he's still not back."
"Did he go by himself?"
