Like many women of that era, Madam Jiang had little to do but enjoy going to temples to burn incense and donate money.

Yong'an Temple was not very popular, but it was favored by Madam Jiang.

The phrase "not very popular" means that Yong'an Temple usually only has one worshipper.

And this pilgrim was Madam Jiang.

Madam Jiang sent a message to Yong'an Temple. Although the old monk did not want to meddle in other people's business or care about worldly affairs, he had no choice but to put on his cassock and go down the mountain when he saw a group of young novices who were eagerly waiting for their meals.

"Master," Madam Jiang recounted the series of strange events that had recently occurred in the Jiang family, "you have to help me think of a solution! I only have one son, and if anything happens to him, I won't live anymore!"

"!!!"

The old monk's alarm bells went off instantly.

With Jiang Yongqiang gone, it means that Madam Jiang will definitely stop donating money to their temple, which means that she and the young monks will have nothing to eat!

"Rest assured, benefactor. As the Buddha said, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. But I must allow me to take another look at this matter." The old monk closed his eyes, walked around the Jiang family's residence, and finally fixed his gaze on Jiang Yongqiang.

"You old bald monk, what are you looking at me for? Do you think we have some kind of relationship?" Jiang Yongqiang got annoyed by his gaze and cursed.

Master Jiang wasn't going to tolerate him at this point and slapped him across the face, saying, "You unfilial son, shut up!"

"Master, please tell me what you want to say! I'm willing to do anything to save our family and cure his illness." In the end, Master Jiang still felt sorry for his son.

Moreover, the Jiang family can't afford to lose face like this.