The man looked exceedingly majestic, and his temples were bulging—clearly, he was a person of profound cultivation.
"This humble official obeys the decree!"
After Yang Kun received the decree, he returned and everyone continued to admire the Buddha's relics.
"You want to catch me without even knowing what I look like? You'll bring about your own deaths!"
Li Ping'an, feeling fortunate, cursed inwardly and looked around, only to see others adoring the Buddha's relics as if enchanted, mad, or crazed.
Li Ping'an found it boring and decided to leave after a while, bidding farewell to the three merchants to go and attend to important matters, seeking Zixia.
"Like a ghost, yet like an immortal, mocking me for being too insane. When drunk, I discuss the Dao; when awake, I pluck flowers. In dreams, I enjoy the bright moon at the edge of the world. Your servant Li Wubai arrives late!"
