Chapter 1689

Many people had noticed that Master Bugong’s fishhook was straight. Although everyone knew that Jiang Ziya had also used a straight hook to fish, that was, after all, merely a legend or a piece of folklore. How could one possibly catch a fish with a straight hook? On top of that, not only was it a straight hook, but it was also devoid of any bait. Consequently, all the tourists felt that Master Bugong used a straight hook simply to convey a sense of artistic intent. No one was so tactless as to point out that a straight hook couldn’t catch fish; instead, the tourists watched him fish while contemplating the philosophical depths implied by his actions. Only Chen Xuan realized that Master Bugong was actually, genuinely fishing, not just putting on a show. Unnoticed, five minutes passed, then ten. Master Bugong remained seated by the shores of Lake Namtso, as motionless as a monk in deep meditation. Even the fishing rod in his hand did not budge, demonstrating immense focus and patience. Eventually, some tourists grew bored. Having already contemplated the philosophy of fishing and paid their respects to the master, they returned to their usual routines—taking photos or sightseeing.