"Dr. Chen, I want to punch him," Pang Guang said coldly.
"Me too."
Chen Yu replied.
"Dear patrons, the Buddhist incense sold by our temple is not compulsory. The sale is entirely voluntary."
"Everyone, please disperse. Don't delay the other devotees from burning incense and praying."
Not gonna lie, the old man's sob story made many devotees donate generously.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
More than a dozen devotees who were prepared to buy expensive incense followed the young monk to the Buddhist fate circulation place not far away.
"This fucking old thing. He doesn't even blink when he lies!"
"It's the same price a few decades ago—my ass!"
"This old fart is obviously hired by this temple."
Pang Guang grumbled about how everything was overturned in the Age of Chaos.
Those who were capable were all starving to death.