"Wait, benefactor."
Regarding such a monk who deceives people for money, Zhu Bufan had already given him three hundred out of humanitarianism, so at this moment, Zhu Bufan planned to ignore the monk and leave.
However, unexpectedly, at this moment, Monk Wan Kong directly called out to stop Zhu Bufan.
At this, Zhu Bufan really wanted to get angry, after all, he was somewhat repulsed by this kind of beggary-like deception.
"What now? From the tone of your voice, Master, it seems you are still unsatisfied?"
Zhu Bufan turned around, raised an eyebrow and spoke unhappily.
Zhu Bufan thought to himself: If this monk dares to ask for money again, I would definitely not mind teaching him a lesson, and let this bald monk know that deceiving people is not good.
"Hehe, benefactor, I've said that we are fated," Monk Wan Kong said, still wearing a smile despite Zhu Bufan's change in attitude.
