Hanshan Temple, which was famous decades ago, is facing an unprecedented existential crisis.
The current observer, Zhang Qingle, looked at the rice vat with discernible light and fell into deep thought.
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The young man wrinkled his jade-white face and looked at her with moist eyes.
"Can you accompany me to Chang'an?"
Zhang Qingle was about to refuse, but she saw the young man took out a lump of gold as big as a baby's fist and shook it in front of her eyes.
"Is it enough? It's not enough. I still have more."
"..."
A penny can stump the flowers of the high mountains.
Bai Xue, who usually hunts ghosts and eliminates monsters like chopping melons and vegetables, summoning generals from the gods as if they were picked up at his fingertips, and whose clothes are spotless and has no one in his sight, finally bows to that yellow and white thing.
Zhang Qingle: He gave too much. Jpg
[Poverty-stricken Taoist priest × dandy prince who spends money like dirt]
#Do you like me? I mean, do you like my silver?
#...... This will cost more
●I'll give it a pre-order first. I might open it after the last book is finished. It should be a light-hearted and sweet story (? Probably)
●The copy is tentative, and the outline has been archived (20250902). The official text may be revised slightly.
●If you are interested, please save one, thank you all ///// (bow
Intention: Those who are kind will be loved.