Following Zhang Dabiao's look of admiration, I explained the rules for divining with Yin Gua. This made Fang Niubizi, the "cow-nosed" Taoist, huff and puff in anger. Even Li Zuoquan found it a bit much and warned me not to go too far.
I adopted an indifferent attitude. "Elder Li, who are you trying to help? Didn't you know about my abilities before you sought me out? Or perhaps you haven't witnessed them yet? Why don't you tell everyone what I've done here?"
Li Zuoquan's face darkened, and he let out a cold snort. "Just some trivial matters, too embarrassing to speak of!" He gave me a warning look and then said to Fang Niubizi, "Daoist Fang, you may begin."
Fang Niubizi nodded, requested ink and brush, and then wrote a person's name and birth details on the Xuan paper.
"Daoist Fang, this flying white stroke is even more ethereal and graceful than before. You are truly a master calligrapher."
Taking the Xuan paper, I couldn't help but praise his calligraphy. Although I didn't know the style, it looked so beautiful it seemed about to take flight.
However, I genuinely wanted to provoke him. I glanced disdainfully at the middle-aged man who was praising Fang Niubizi and snorted, "What kind of rubbish is this? It looks like scribbles from