The feeling was just like the way Yi Zheng appeared when he was fooling those outsider little demons.
However, Yi Zheng was fooling a bunch of little demons, while Jidian was clearly fooling a bunch of divine beasts. Their audiences were different, the pressure was different, but Jidian's performance was obviously much better than Yi Zheng's.
Yi Zheng clicked his tongue and said, "Masterful!"
Yi Zheng followed Jidian to three tables, where a man, a rabbit, and a dog each took their seats.
A maid brought over a large pork knuckle, and Jidian waved his hand: "Amitabha, this poor monk is a man of the cloth, bring two servings."
Poof!
Yi Zheng spat out a mouthful of wine, thinking to himself, "If you want two servings, don't claim to be a man of the cloth, okay? You're constantly giving monks a bad name!"
The maid noticed the rabbit's unusual expression and asked, "Dear King, you..."
"Two servings!" Yi Zheng raised two fingers.
