The old monk probably knew that Liu Shiqing and his friends were not Buddhists, so he didn't say much about the complex Buddhist scriptures. However, the phrase "Ask for a wife, get a wife, ask for a son, get a son" did reach their ears.
Tao Hentian was overjoyed, pulling Chen Junwei with him, "Did you hear what the master said? Guanyin Bodhisattva grants all wishes. You're not getting any younger. It's about time you got married. Come, let's pray together. When the time comes, we can have a collective wedding. If my wife gives birth to a son and your wife has a daughter, we can have them married. Then we'll be in-laws."
Chen Junwei spat out, "Dream on! Why does it have to be your wife having a son and not mine?"
Tao Hentian half-seriously and half-jokingly said: "This is me looking out for you, as we've been comrades for so many years. I'm giving you the advantage."
"Advantage? What bloody advantage, I don't see it," Chen Junwei laughed and cursed.
