The Lanshui River is flanked by towering mountains, with narrow river channels, and some segments have rapid currents.
Lu Zheng and Guangyue stood at the bow of a fishing boat, which, under the fisherman's control, navigated smoothly along the river channel, making it seem as if they were sailing on a tranquil river, except for occasional bumps and shakes.
Moreover, the fisherman cast a net into the river while sailing, and when the boat exited the Lanshui River and merged into the Wanyuan River, the fisherman lifted the net, revealing several plump and large fish inside.
The fisherman took out the fish and, with a pleasing smile, said to Lu Zheng and Guangyue, "Esteemed Immortal Masters, I'll make a pot of fresh..."
Just then, he realized one of them was a monk.
The fisherman's face froze instantly, and Lu Zheng laughed as he patted his shoulder, "It's fresh fish soup, right? Cook it; it's almost noon!"
"But this Zen Master..."
