Zhou Qiang's father hurriedly waved his hands when he heard me.
"No, no! You did our family such a huge favor. Look at the three of us—nothing's wrong with us now, and our backs are completely healed.
We have to thank you.
I heard people in the village say that great Daoists like you charge at least fifty thousand yuan for every exorcism. If they don't receive that much, the Daoist performing the ritual will usually lose years off his life.
You only charged us a hundred or so yuan. We really can't accept that.
Tomorrow, we'll go work elsewhere. Once we earn some money, we'll properly repay you, Daoist, and make up the rest of your fee.
We can't let our benefactor put in all that effort and lose years off his life!"
"That's right. Our family isn't educated, but we know that kindness must be repaid."
Zhou Qiang's mother spoke as well.
Zhou Qiang hurriedly nodded.
"That's right. My parents and I already discussed it. Tomorrow, I'll go to Mountain City to find work and try to earn more money."
Hearing that, I felt inexplicably moved, but also a little speechless.
Who the hell said I had to collect at least fifty thousand yuan?
That was definitely Old Southern Daoist's line.
What moved me was how incredibly, incredibly kind the Zhou Family was.
In today's society, repaying kindness had already become something rare.
This was honestly the first time I had met people like the Zhou Family, who truly repaid kindness.
If I hadn't brought Big Goose back, I never would have discovered it.
I hurriedly waved my hands.
"No, no, Uncle, that's not how it works! It's true that when we help people, we charge a fee to settle karma, but there's no rule about fifty thousand