
Taoist of Mengzhou, Black Shores Consultant, feng shui master, and veteran forum dweller. Easygoing and well-traveled, Buling will "bling" whatever you seek.

Many have wondered whether the Master Exorcist's tinted sunglasses hold any special powers—blocking disturbances, perhaps? Or identifying demons and deities? When Buling finally bought this stylish pair in a bustling store, she just wanted another shiny accessory to brighten her look. Still, somewhere deep down, she might have desired such speculations. After all, it's the fanciful meanings people project onto an object that make it worth more than its price.

On her first few trips down the mountain, Buling used to stuff her talismans into her pockets, only to pull them out all wrinkled when it came time to fight. Sometimes they even scattered across the ground, leaving her scrambling in a panic to gather them up during a fight. To save herself from further embarrassment, she repurposed a charming little casket she found, refitting it to hold an entire stack of talismans and adding a few convenient extras: navigation, feng shui reading, and fortune-telling. As for what the casket originally carried, well… probably bubble gum.

As Buling grew older and her Forte matured, the noises in her ears grew sharper, impossible to ignore. Beyond the temple's walls, she couldn't keep chanting to hold them back the way she could in quiet practice. The relentless clamor gnawed at her mind. Then one day, dazed and aching after dragging someone out of a swarm of Tacet Discords, that person gently placed a Huaxu Academy's invention on her head. In that instant, her world fell completely silent.
On <te href=850091>Jinzhou</te> City's Main Street, a stall owner was still scrolling through forums when a girl with fiery red hair stopped at her stand. She glanced up over her slipping glasses and smiled. "Hey there, boss. Want to try something? Exorcisms, talisman readings, fortune-telling… You name it, I "bling"—wait, you're a <te href=850087>Patroller</te>?" "That's right! Chixia, <te href=850112>Jinzhou Patroller</te>!" Chixia straightened with pride at being recognized, then quickly regained her serious tone. "I've had reports about you setting up a stall without permission, offering readings to anyone who walks by. It's almost like—" "A scam?" Buling's grin didn't waver. "…I wouldn't go that far. But I'd appreciate it if you came by the <te href=850089>Patrol Station</te> to give a statement about your… business." "Aiya, boss, it's all honest work, building good bonds lah. Take that young fellow from <te href=850092>Huaxu Academy</te> who came yesterday morning. He asked me to divine his research project. By now, I'd wager he's on his way here to thank me." "Seriously?" Chixia began to question, but before she could finish, a young man in a lab coat came hurrying up the street and stopped at the stall. "Thank you, Master! My experiment finally succeeded—the data fits perfectly! I can finally publish a paper!" "No need to thank me," Buling said, waving him off. "That was all your hard work and persistence paying off." Under Chixia's astonished gaze, the researcher bowed his thanks several more times before hurrying away. "He just needed a little more confidence in his research, that's all," Buling said, nudging her round glasses back into place. All afternoon, Chixia tailed this suspicious stall owner as she guided a <te href=850090>Lollo Logistics</te> courier anxious about the career, sold a prosperity talisman to a travelling merchant, and read a local's palm for signs of love. Each request was different, Buling's answers just as varied, yet every customer left looking satisfied. By sunset, Buling began packing up her stall. She glanced toward the shade of a nearby tree and called out, "Relax. I've earned enough for now, so no more stalls for a while. And I'm starving. How about dinner at your auntie's place? My treat. But just so you know that I'm not ordering anything spicy." "Wait—how do you even know Mrs. Panhua is my… Did you divine that too?" Chixia stepped out of the shadows. "Oh, that?" Buling grinned. "She told me herself. Over lunch." Not long after, <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te>'s wandering Taoist Buling and Jinzhou's famed Speedster Chixia would team up to tackle a so-called haunting event on Main Street. But that, of course, is another story.