Shen Miao said, "Daoist priest, help me look at the other slip."
Jingzhe and Gu Yu were a little anxious, not understanding why Shen Miao would trust this Daoist priest so much.
The Daoist priest chuckled and picked up the other slip. He glanced at Shen Miao and stroked his beard as usual. Then, he slowly said, "The purple aura comes from the east, an auspicious sign. It's the best of the slips."
Jingzhe and Gu Yu were originally afraid that the Daoist priest would say something inauspicious again. It was almost the end of the year, and everyone was afraid to hear unlucky things lest bad luck befell them. Seeing him say that, they heaved a sigh of relief. However, Jingzhe mocked him relentlessly, "I knew he was a liar. One slip bad luck and the other slip good luck. Then which is true?"
"Both are true," the Daoist priest said. "If you don't believe me, ask your miss if I'm lying."