章 57: Chapter 57: Calculating Qian and Kun in the Poison Master's Hall

Early morning, Jishi Hall.

"Once a young man reaches a certain age, he must come to understand, without health, everything is nothing."

An Jing, content after eating the 'loving heart' porridge made by Zhao Qingmei, then touched his firm waistline and planned to find an excuse to go out.

He had not forgotten that today was not only the Ullambana Festival but also the Cao Gang's demon-expelling convention, where he would personally display the severed head of the peerless swordsman, 'Xue Chen'.

As Tan Yun was tidying up the medicine cabinet, she said, "Son-in-law, today is the Ullambana Festival, I heard there's a water and land service. Shall we go and have some fun?"

An Jing paused, and said irritably, "What's there to enjoy about the Ullambana Festival? The water and land service is just a few bald monks reciting Buddhist scriptures, you can't understand it at all."