Mingzhuo sighed. That's the downside of being a monk; you're always too constrained in everything you do.

If this were before, she would have just released a ghost to scare people. You don't believe in ghosts, right? Well, wait until you see a long-haired female ghost in the well, and you'll be scared out of your wits.

However, this is a Buddhist temple, and if she were to do this, the monks would probably be the first to object.

Moreover, it's never good for Buddhist temples to be haunted. If these people become too traumatized, the incense offerings at Lingquan Temple might just die out.

Mingzhuo thought for a moment, then stepped forward and helped the woman up. "I'm sorry, he was rough with his hands, it wasn't intentional."

The older woman saw that she was pretty, had a youthful face, looked young, and had a friendly, smiling attitude, so she immediately stood up with her help.

"If he had just given me a light push, I'd be seriously injured at my age," the woman said indignantly. "If you hadn't helped me up, I wouldn't have gotten up at all!"

"Yes, yes, you're too kind of you!" Mingzhuo complimented her a couple of times, then glanced at the old woman's tools. "You're going to fetch four buckets of well water, right?"

The old woman complained, "You're all going to seal the well, so we'll never be able to drink this water again!"

"How could that be? We don't seal the well. It's the biggest economic pillar of our Lingquan Temple."

The older woman felt this wasn't a compliment: "What economic pillar?"

Mingzhuo didn't answer, but took the initiative to help the old lady get the buckets. "You want four buckets? Okay, I'll fill them for you right away! This well water is very good for your health, especially for your wife. After drinking this water, her back doesn't ache, her legs don't hurt, and she has energy all over. She even went to fix the sewer for her dance partner after her dance."

The older woman looked at Mingzhuo with suspicion and disbelief. "What do you mean? Don't talk nonsense!"

"And your youngest son." Mingzhuo did some quick calculations and looked at the old woman with surprise. "Your youngest son is twenty-four years old and has been out of school for a few years. Why doesn't he go to work and has to rely on his sister to support him?"

The woman flew into a rage: "You're talking nonsense! My son clearly has a job, he's a manager at a foreign company, earning 30,000 a month!"

This was something she was very proud of; everyone in the village envied her son for being so successful.

Mingzhuo: "He's lying to you. Thirty thousand? He can't even earn three thousand. Did he also tell you that he wanted to start a business and asked you to support him with 500,000? I advise you not to send any money. That project is just someone else's scam. Once you send the money, you won't get a single penny back."

The middle-aged woman said sternly, "Do you think I'll believe you? Move aside, I need to fetch water!"

That's what I said, but I felt vaguely uneasy. My son had only called yesterday, how did the other party know?

It's impossible that someone else relayed the message; she mentioned that her son wanted to start a business, but she didn't specify how much money he needed.

Mingzhuo readily stepped aside, saying, "Thank you for your patronage. Four buckets of water cost four thousand dollars. Please pay first before you fill them up."

The woman was stunned: "You want to charge me? This well water used to be free. Why are you charging me? Who are you?"

Others also started making a fuss, expressing their strong dissatisfaction.

How can a temple charge money? Monks are compassionate and merciful; how can they turn this into a business?

Mingzhuo nodded, calmly expressing his understanding.

“I only do divination for three days. This Lingquan Temple was invested in by this gentleman. Monks are supposed to be compassionate, but he is not a monk. He has to consider profits, so starting today, he will charge for drawing well water.” Mingzhuo pointed to Gu Xu, who had an outstanding temperament and looked like the kind of domineering CEO that only appears in idol dramas.

Gu Xu glanced indifferently at the crowd. Although he appeared gentle and well-mannered, he always exuded a natural sense of aloofness and nobility, inspiring awe in others.

Moreover, the aura emanating from such a negotiating table, and the overwhelming pressure of someone accustomed to a high position, is immediately unbearable.

No one dared to meet his gaze; they all quickly lowered their heads.

Mingzhuo continued, "A thousand yuan a barrel of water is a fair price. Today, I'll also offer a fortune telling as a favor to help you avoid risks."

She turned to look at the older woman and said, "By the way, your son isn't destined for wealth. Why don't you call him back? Let him drink more well water to improve his health. He can also work as a deliveryman or takeout worker to earn some hard-earned money. It's better than being unrealistic and dragging the whole family into a quagmire."

The woman said, "...You're crazy! I won't get this water, okay?"

This is so unlucky! Her son is so smart, how could he possibly end up doing manual labor? She couldn't believe it!

Master Yuanhui put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this person only does three divinations and yet makes absolutely accurate predictions. You'd better believe what she says and be careful when transferring money."

The woman's heart skipped a beat, and her finger unconsciously dialed her husband's number.

"Hello, honey." The phone rang for a moment before being answered.

The older woman was about to bring up the 500,000 yuan when she suddenly heard a strange voice in the background, "Were you off fixing some woman's sewers?"

The man panicked immediately: "You've been following me?"

Upon hearing this, the woman felt as if the sky had fallen. What Mingzhuo said was actually true, and she immediately burst into tears.

Unable to argue back, they simply hung up the phone.

The woman jumped up and stormed off, determined to fight her husband. She complained that he never helped her fetch water after all that hard work, and now he was out dancing! And even fixing another woman's drainpipe!

Everyone around was stunned. My goodness, this little girl really knows how to tell fortunes!

Mingzhuo turned his gaze to the others: "Does anyone else want to fetch water? It's a thousand a bucket, pay first."

A middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are your fortune telling predictions really accurate?"

Mingzhuo: "Of course it's accurate. For example, if the gold bracelet you're wearing is made of placer gold and you bought it for a few dozen yuan, but you tell others that it cost 36,000 yuan."

The middle-aged woman immediately lost her temper: "...Who told you to calculate all this? Are you crazy?!"

Mingzhuo: "I'm helping you avoid risks. Otherwise, you keep saying it's real gold, what if you get robbed? Besides, you haven't paid the money yet."

The middle-aged woman stormed off, yelling, "I didn't say I wanted to fetch water, don't try to extort money from me!"

Mingzhuo turned to one of the old men and said, "Then you go and hit him? Your hands aren't exactly clean..."

The old man grabbed the bucket and ran off, afraid that if he was even a step too slow, Mingzhuo would expose him.

"Then you come?" Mingzhuo looked for the next candidate.

The man waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not getting water anymore, it's too expensive, I can't afford it."

In no time, the group of people were so frightened that they all ran away.

Whenever Mingzhuo glanced at them, they would tense up in fear, feeling as if their secrets would be exposed.

Besides, they're here to take advantage! If they can't get any advantage, why stay? Are they really going to spend money to buy well water? They're not crazy.

Thinking about it carefully, the well water is just so-so, except for the taste. It's free, so why not take it? But if it costs money, and a thousand yuan a bucket at that, then it's not worth it.

Mingzhu clapped his hands: "Alright, the matter is resolved."

One of the monks spoke up, "Wouldn't this be inappropriate?"

Mingzhuo looked over in surprise, "What's wrong with it? Go ask me if my fortune telling is worth the price? Did I help the first old lady recover her 500,000 yuan loss?"

Monk: "..."