Xu Zimo looked at the old man with a half-smile.
The old man was also remarkably thick-skinned. He continued, "Benefactor, this incense truly smells wonderful, and the Buddha is truly efficacious. You may give it a try."
"What if it isn't efficacious?" Xu Zimo asked.
"If it isn't, you can tear down my temple," the old man said with complete confidence.
Xu Zimo looked around at the dilapidated temple.
He smiled. "Is there even any need to tear it down?"
"It's already a building in ruins. What difference would tearing it down make?"
The old man hurriedly reminded him, "Benefactor, do not speak nonsense. The Buddhas filling the heavens are all listening."
"I heard that the barefoot monk of Cloud Temple is a fraud," Xu Zimo said.
He lowered his head and took a look.
This barefoot monk truly was barefoot, without any shoes.
He even carried a foul stench.
It was as though he had not bathed in many years.
"A fraud?"
"Benefactor, how can you slander an innocent man for no reason?" the barefoot monk said anxiously.
He hurriedly added, "The Buddha resides within one's heart. Whether you believe is up to you."
"Then I'll believe once," Xu Zimo suddenly said.
Under the barefoot monk's astonished gaze, Xu Zimo took the incense and directly tossed several hundred spirit stones over.
Seeing this, even the barefoot monk failed to react at first.
"This man actually bought it?"
One had to know that Cloud Temple's reputation had long since rotted away over the years. No one believed in the Buddha anymore.
Not to mention this expensive incense offering.
He had merely spoken casually, never expecting Xu Zimo to truly pay.
Yet when he looked at Xu Zimo,
he always felt that the other was not a sincere believer.
So what