The machetemen met the Dragon King in person. The people in the village were no more than bumpkins, and they could not say whether they had money or not in public.
"Oh, since you've said so, I'll report it to the emcee first. Please wait for a moment." The monk turned around and went to report.
The machetemen understood at a glance that the temple was also becoming more and more open. As the saying goes, money makes the mare go. Let alone monks.
He came to a corner of the main hall and tore off an unburned piece of yellow joss paper from the incense burner. He took out a candle and slowly carved a few words on it.
Master Qishan brought two monks here and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, you've come at noon. What can I do for you?"
The man from the Fang family replied, "We, the young mistr
