As he was leaving, Wang Bucai still wanted to slip Taoist Jing Xuan a bank card.
Taoist Jing Xuan immediately said, "Layman, the Heavenly Master has already stated that we of Qingyun Mountain do not accept your incense money."
Wang Bucai chuckled, "Don't be so serious, Taoist. The Heavenly Master said Qingyun Mountain does not accept the money, but this is for you personally. Take it and treat yourself to some tobacco and liquor.
Also, I own a bathhouse, and there's thirty thousand in the card. Feel free to come by for a visit whenever you have time!"
Taoist Jing Xuan's face darkened upon hearing this.
Damn it.
This bastard.
Trying to bribe him.
Despite not being any saint himself, he was trying to drag him into the mire as well.
That meant Taoist Jing Xuan wouldn't be polite any longer.
With a light touch on Wang Bucai's body, he sent him flying seven or eight meters away.
Taoist Jing Xuan left with a sweep of his sleeve.
Foolish mortal!
