No one knew when young monk Zhishan had vanished into the crowd. The others from Sound of Dharma Temple could keep their consciences clear, but as for him... better not.
About this matter.
He still felt somewhat guilty inside, as though he had wronged Qin Jiuge.
"Didn't Layman Qin already obtain Immortal Power, and gain so much besides? Could it be that now he still wants..."
Mad Monk showed no courtesy. He let out a wine-soaked burp and cast an unfriendly look at Qin Jiuge. In his eyes, Qin Jiuge had already gained more than enough.
Qin Jiuge chuckled. "Emotional damages, compensation, and lost wages—are you planning to deny all of that? Fine. But then, throughout this entire continent, matters concerning your Sound of Dharma Temple will likely spread far and wide. If something happens then, don't blame this old friend for going too far. One can only say, the falling flowers have feelings, but the flowing water is heartless. I originally wanted to give you a discount, but it seems there's no need now."
Qin Jiuge sighed.
Abbot Miaokong, that old monk, was truly someone who knew when to bend and when to stretch. Seeing Qin Jiuge speak this way, he stepped forward and asked, "How much of a discount does Layman Qin intend to give?"
This time, Qin Jiuge was genuinely stunned. Hearing those words so suddenly, he silently raised a thumb.
No wonder Sound of Dharma Temple had remained secure and prosperous for so long. This old monk before him had undoubtedly contributed greatly to it; his merits were paramount.
In the end, Qin Jiuge left, thoroughly satisfied.
Mad Monk stared intensely at his senior brother.
At that moment, although he said nothing, it seemed he had said everything.
The old monk gave a sly laugh. "Don't