"River God Master! Please bless us with a bountiful catch tomorrow!"
"River God Master! Please ensure your blessings upon me!"
"River God Master! Bring some wind! I have a journey ahead today!"
"River God Master, please don't bring any wind! My fruits have just ripened!"
...
Like usual, Wang Lao Shi and others went out fishing on their boats, but, unlike before, each time before setting out, they would go to the Temple to burn incense and pray.
The faint blue smoke rose, twirling around the overhead beams.
At the bottom of Qingshui River, Li Jing's hefty, dark body lazily sprawled there.
A bright pearl revolved above his head.
Innumerable streams of white mist surged backward.
The originally somewhat illusory river phantom, nourished by the white mist, slowly became more solid. The jade-like talisman seemed to be washed by water, unusually bright.
One by one, privileges surrounded him like bubbles.
Driving the wind!
A catch of fish!
Sweet rain!
...
"Yawn!"
