Wenxuan lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look Qinghe in the eye. He muttered, "I... Senior Brother... I lost the remaining money... I never dared to tell you..."
Qing He narrowed her eyes slightly, but she didn't believe his nonsense. She said firmly, "Did you secretly spend it all yourself?"
Wenxuan was silent for a few seconds, then gave up struggling and confessed honestly, "Big Brother, I was wrong. I was the one who spent it..."
"Where did you spend the money?" Qing He asked. "Even if you were buying food, you wouldn't spend that much money."
In the past, he had never calculated the account carefully, and no one asked for the remaining money after the purchase.
He knew that Wenxuan was greedy and fond of fun. The remaining money would at most be used by him to buy some food. Besides, it was just a small amount of money, so he always turned a blind eye to it.
I just gave him some extra money to buy incense a few days ago, but I didn't expect that he would spend all the remaining few hundred dollars.
"Hmm?" Qing He saw that he was silent with his head down, so she said, "I'm asking you a question."
Wenxuan frowned like a baby. You know, Qinghe would give him money every time for purchases in the past, so he thought this time would be the same as before, so he had the courage to use the remaining money plus his own private savings to buy a second-hand mobile phone.
He wrung his hands, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said truthfully, "Big Brother, I used it to buy a cell phone..."
…
I usually come here early, but when I came here in the morning, I found that there were still a lot of people coming to the ancient street at that time.
Qing He nodded. "You are a Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple, what about him?"
Qing He shrank his neck and dared not say anything. He took the red banknote and clenched it in his hand, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, "You got it, Junior Brother."
All I heard was a sudden exclamation from the crowd, followed by someone saying, "You're number 18!"
The passerby looked up at me when he heard me say that. Seeing that I was wearing a Taoist robe, he was stunned. "He is... a Taoist priest?"
I saw a person sitting behind the stall wearing a Taoist robe just like me.
Wenxuan glanced at my leaving back, shook his head, then turned and walked out of the house in front of him.
The results were not out yet, and the crowd gradually dispersed, almost all of them sighing.
Qing He heard this and a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes, "Master just took your phone away, but you didn't learn your lesson and actually bought another one secretly."
…
Bai Zhu sighed heavily. After all, he was the oldest junior brother, so he was favored. "Okay, wait there. Go get the money."
Wenxuan clasped his hands together, "Junior Brother, he must tell Master!"
Di Cun naturally noticed Bai Zhu who was parked behind the stall. When his eyes fell on the Taoist robe I was wearing, he paused and a strange look flashed in his eyes. Was he a colleague or a real Taoist priest?
"I'll give you the remaining money before I come back." Wenxuan handed me a few red bills in his hand, and his originally irritable voice became a little gentler. "It's always been like this. You have to know where every penny is spent."
Thinking of this, I stood on tiptoe again, stretched my neck and looked outside. This time, through the gap, I finally got a vague glimpse of what the outside looked like.
Bai Zhu was delighted, "Senior Brother is so bad!"
Wenxuan hummed, "Alright, it's getting early, let's go quickly."
Bai Zhu walked out of the ancient street and was about to buy talisman paper and cinnabar, but his eyes were attracted by the stalls surrounded by people behind him in the last second.
The most expensive talisman you can get at Baiyun Temple is only 400 yuan...
"It's a stall selling talisman paper. The talismans made by that junior master are very effective, but there's no limit on the number sold each month. And only one is sold at a time. Who they sell it to is decided by drawing lots." The passerby explained.
The passerby lowered his eyes and glanced at the time on his phone. "It's not even seventy minutes yet."
A hint of surprise flashed in Qing He's eyes when he heard this, "Does it really work?"
Qing He immediately retracted his gaze and looked up at Di Cun, "You heard that his talismans sell for 700,000 each, come and see if it's true..."
Qing He scratched his head, glanced at the passers-by beside him, thought for a moment, and asked, "He's bad. Excuse me, what are you doing outside?"
Qing He's eyes were filled with deep surprise. He touched the front of his head and muttered to himself, "Could it be that someone outside your Taoist temple was secretly selling it there? But how come you don't remember the last name Di? And you said it was a Taoist priest from another place?"
"Yes," said the passerby, "If it's really effective, why are there so few people queuing up every time? He can buy it whenever he wants."
Seeing that I was staring at the winner's phone, I frowned and said, "Hey, what is he looking at?"
"How much do you sell this talisman for?" Bai Zhu asked again.
I slowly approached, stood on tiptoe, and stretched my neck to look outward, but my body was too low, and all I could see was a bunch of heads.
Qinghe looked up at the crowd and saw a woman with her arms raised, squeezing towards the back of the stall.
"Is he a real Taoist priest?" Di Cun looked me up and down.
Qing He nodded, "You are a Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple."
So there is no harm if there is no comparison.
Very slowly, Baizhu came back with the money.
The passerby raised his hand and made the number seven.
The world inside hasn't become like that yet. A talisman can actually be sold for 700,000. Qinghe just dares to think about it.
"two hundred?"
"When will this lottery he mentioned end?"
Qing He, who was standing at the back, heard the least said thing: [Alas, it happened again!]
I stopped beside the woman calmly and looked at my mobile phone screen. I saw that the woman was entering the corresponding amount on the transfer interface.
Qinghe watched the woman who had won the lottery take out her cell phone and seemed to be paying, then she walked towards the back of the stall with the bag.
I suppressed my doubts for the moment, thinking that I had nothing important to do, and left the stall.
After purchasing large and small bags of white beads, it seemed that the lottery draw over there had not yet begun.
"Seven hundred thousand!"
Qinghe counted the zeros in front of the number, and it was exactly 700,000, no matter how many or how few.
Over there, Qinghe went up the mountain and came to the ancient street where he often went to shop, as if he was familiar with the route.
"Drawing lots?" Bai Zhu looked puzzled. "What kind of stalls are in that row?"
Bai Zhu put the money back to his chest and said, "Yes, Junior Brother."
"Broken, thank you." Qinghe nodded, planning to take advantage of that time to buy all the things he wanted, and then come back to figure out what was going on and what kind of talisman could be worth 700,000.
"What?! Seven hundred thousand?!" Qing He opened his mouth, his jaw dropping in shock. His brows were filled with disbelief, and for a moment he believed he had misheard. "It's two hundred, it's two thousand, it's seven hundred thousand?!"
"Baiyun Temple!" The passerby's eyes changed, and he explained with a smile: "You are queuing there waiting for the lottery."
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