"Ah?"
Cui Shao was taken aback, his face filled with bewilderment, then he reacted: "It's an honor!"
Saying this, he gave a look to the servant behind him.
The servant understood and immediately took out the silver notes.
Cui Shao took the notes without counting them and stepped forward: "Is this enough?"
"Not that much is needed."
Zhu Xiaolian shook his head and pointed to a small stall outside the hall: "The prices are listed, one hundred coins a piece, placed on the table there. Pick whichever you like, and after picking, put the money in the Merit Box."
After saying this, he ignored Cui Shao's bewildered look, turned back to the painted wall, and continued writing.
"This..."
Cui Shao looked at the small stall outside the hall, seeing piles of paintings on the table, at least a hundred, with pilgrims frequently entering the temple to offer incense and taking a scroll when they left.
This left Cui Shao at a loss.
