The crazy monk raised a finger: "One hundred taels~"

The rich man left in anger with anger!

Later, Wei Yuan learned from his brain friends who were eating salted tofu brain nearby that this rich man was a famous miser. Not to mention one hundred taels, if you want ten taels, it would be like taking his life.

Three days later, the rich man was carried to the temple and said he was willing to pay 500 taels to ask Elder Feng for help. Unfortunately, the crazy monk didn't even see him.

Wei Yuan went to take a look. The rich man's face was already pale and moaned. It was said that his waist was as painful as fire, and he kept going day and night.

When Wei Yuan walked back, he subconsciously glanced at him. What a guy, a long red dragon as thick as an arm wrapped around the landlord Lao Cai's waist!

In the evening, Wei Yuan bought Pig Ears to drink, and asked happily while the crazy monk was drinking, "Master, what disease did the old rich man get? How did my disciple see a red dragon!"

"Did you see the Red Dragon? That's a sickness. Maybe that old man didn't do good things. It's only been a few days, and he felt good before his death..."

Wei Yuan: I was shocked. I thought the old rich man had given one-stop service!

In the blink of an eye, another month passed. On that day, the mad monk called Wei Yuan and handed him a translucent crystal bowl engraved with dragon patterns.

Wei Yuan was so happy that the crazy monk would definitely be a fine product! This bowl should not be an ordinary product, right?

It is really not easy to make such a large piece of crystal into a bowl these days.

These are not those glass bowls in later generations!

Wei Yuan was just having fun when he heard the crazy monk say, "Hehe~ Wuji disciple, I think you have learned Buddhism well. Now you are a mature monk, it's time to go out and have a walk! Go!"

Wei Yuan:???
Chapter completed!