Ye Chenfeng turned to look at him, "What's up?"
"Divine King, can you give me that pack of cigarettes? I haven't smoked in a long time. It's like seeing a woman; my heart is itching," Shi Buddha, that little brat, rubbed his hands together, looking desperate.
"Take the cigarettes and get lost!" Ye Chenfeng angrily handed him the pack.
"Divine King, you gave me the cigarettes, but what about a lighter?" Shi Buddha looked at Ye Chenfeng with a cheeky grin.
Ye Chenfeng instinctively reached for his pocket but remembered that Liu Fangfei had given him the lighter, so his hand paused.
"Get lost, find fire where you offer incense, or if that doesn't work, make fire by rubbing sticks together," Ye Chenfeng said.
Shi Buddha chuckled, "Divine King, are you saying rubbing sticks together leads to happiness?"
"Get lost!"
When they returned to Master Hui Wen's place, everyone turned to look at Ye Chenfeng.
