So good, I made a lot of money!”

Lin Feiyang chuckled and said: "You will get half of it when we meet. Old monk, you have made money, should you get one point?"

"Point by point." Monk Huiling hummed, "Half of it will be left in the temple, and half of it will be kept by me."

"That's pretty much it." Lin Feiyang said proudly: "With the money, we can repair the golden body in the temple."

Fakong shook his head: "There is no need to cultivate the golden body, and there is no need to leave the silver in the temple. Uncle, let's buy the treasure first."

"Abbot..." Monk Huiling scratched his bald head and said sheepishly: "That is indeed a treasure. It is a golden bowl. It should be a personal belonging of a certain eminent monk. There are also words engraved on the bowl. I don't know.

Unknown words."

Fa Kong was curious.

Monk Huiling said: "As soon as I saw this golden bowl, I knew it was a treasure. Unfortunately, the collector is also an expert. Especially considering that I am a monk, I was even more open-minded."

"In this way..." Fakong muttered: "Then let Junior Sister Ning collect it for you."

"I have paid part of my money, and he will keep it and not sell it to others," said Monk Huiling.

Fakong smiled: "Just leave it to Junior Sister Ning."

"...Okay." Monk Fang Kong insisted, so he could only say: "Don't make any mistakes, I have to accept the golden bowl."

As he spoke, he took out a dozen banknotes from his arms and handed them to Fa Kong.

Fakong took it and put it in his sleeve.

"Old monk, you are so stupid." Lin Feiyang snorted: "If you are short of money, go find the bandits. You can definitely get some money. How fast."

"Why are bandits so easy to find? Otherwise they would have been wiped out long ago, and it would be our turn?"

"Then rob the rich and give to the poor. Those people who were ruthless for the sake of wealth robbed him and didn't dare to say anything."

"It's just a bad idea." Monk Huiling curled his lips: "It would be a shame to do such a thing!"

——

At night, Fakong went to Ning Zhenzhen and asked her to find a way to put the golden bowl into her pocket.

Ning Zhenzhen laughed non-stop after hearing what happened to Monk Huiling, finding it interesting.

For her, it is indeed a piece of cake.

At noon the next day.

Li Ying appeared in front of Fakong with an ugly face.

Fakong saw how ugly her face was, so he didn't ask any questions. He just looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Sister Li, please drink tea." Xu Qingluo held two cups of tea on a wooden tray.

Li Ying forced a smile and thanked her.

Xu Qingluo stood aside holding the wooden plate, wanting to listen to what they were talking about.

Fakong did not wave her away, but looked at Li Ying.

Li Ying said slowly: "Did you see it?"

"Um--?"

"About the assassination of Kunshan Holy Cult."

"What assassination?"

"playing dumb!"
Chapter completed!