Chapter 162 One Box of Gold Bars, Heavy Powder in the Sky
The old monk and the silver head weirdos did not know there was a Virtualised reality in the hall. Naturally, they did not hear what Hao Ning and others said. Hearing that the silver man did not have enough incense for further searching, he guessed that they were coming for grabbing the donation. The old monk put his hands together and smiled bitterly, "You donors, if you want money, there are a few in the merit box in the hall. You can take it. But my temple is too humble to collect much money. I, occasionally, copy some Buddhist scriptures. Although I inject my sincerity into this, I think you will dislike them."
"You misunderstood us," the man with four scars said politely, interrupting the old monk as the monk spoke endlessly. "We don't want money. Instead, we will donate a big sum of money to your temple. Sixth…"
"Yes, my fourth brother!" The sixth brother spoke simply. He took off his hat. He was a silver-headed man, too. Six knife scars were on his head. Hao Ning was sur

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