He walked through the passage that the crowd parted to make, and some of the devotees even couldn't help but kneel on the ground to beseech him for good fortune.
"Fortune cannot be sought, luck must come naturally… please stand, kneeling to the gods is not as worthy as kneeling to one's parents."
Whenever he encountered such fervent devotees, Master Pan would stoop to help them up, his movements light and natural, and he truly seemed to possess an otherworldly grace.
Two Taoist boys reverently followed behind him, one holding a whisk and the other a sitting mat, walking with their heads lowered, accepting no monetary offerings from anyone.
As the old Taoist advanced a step, the crowd behind him would follow suit, yet no one dared to come within a meter of him, as if afraid of desecrating him.
Gu Yu watched the old Taoist walk step by step towards him, and for some reason, he suddenly didn't want to move.