"What... what kind of help?" Wu Sang was somewhat uneasy from Yuan Ming's smile and hesitated to ask.
"I want you to collect all the incense ashes from the incense burner on the altar in the grand hall of the temple. Once the task is completed, I am willing to give you ten silver coins. How about it?" Yuan Ming asked.
He could have secretly collected the ashes himself, but he didn't want to waste too much time. Besides, to him, gold and silver from the Mortal World weren't of much value, especially since he had recently received compensation from Old Smoke Bag.
"What do you want the incense ashes for?" Wu Sang's heart beat faster at the mention of "ten silver coins," but recalling what had happened during the day, he frowned and asked.
"Where I come from, when someone gets sick, they drink incense ashes mixed with water. This morning, I suddenly had a stomachache," Yuan Ming admitted generously.