Poor fat Jia and the mountain behind him who came silently, Duoyu was holding him tightly. After hearing the old man's purpose, the master and the other two were confused.

Especially Fat Jia, he was both disappointed and speechless.

I think he is a rushing craftsman, even though he is wearing a yellow robe, it’s a pity that he is doing the work of rushing craftsmanship and learning the Taoist technique of rushing craftsmanship. Although he can also look at acupoints and Feng Shui techniques, but the sacrifice and pray for rain stops?

Well, that's what, praying for a stop to rain, is not within his work scope!

Grandma, I’m so happy. Even if I want to earn this money, it’s still...

Duoyu looked at his fat master's face, sometimes red, sometimes white, and sometimes twisted and gritted his teeth. The little guy quietly reached out and pulled the sleeve of her third-breaster next to him, "Three-breaster, master, he?"

Shanlai hurriedly covered Duo Yu's little mouth with one hand, and compared Duo Yu with a swearing gesture with the other hand.

The little kid just came and didn't know his master's character and temper, but he knew it and had a deep understanding.

He knew from the master's appearance that the master was depressed and had a painful heart.

Especially when they heard it all, the old man in front of them spit out and promised a ritual of twenty-eight taels of silver. If the prayer for rain was really successful, and the time-consuming time for the 28 taels of super high silver, Shanlai secretly glanced at his master.

Sure enough, his master's face turned redder and redder.

Black is blocked, red is excited.

Twenty-eight plus twenty-eight! How much money is this?

It’s a pity that they had worked hard for more than a month and gave away five wealth, including the expenses along the way, but only twenty-five taels of silver. This is a good fortune that their master and apprentice have left. It’s a rare pie that they have encountered in many years. Well, it’s a big business that they have done.

But now? It’s nothing more than opening an altar, offering sacrifices, doing a method, dancing, cough cough cough...that’s what you can get twenty-eight taels plus twenty-eight taels of snowflakes.

Even if the rain cannot pray for a stop and the ritual is screwed up, they can still pay the 28 taels of silver first!

At that time, I won’t all be my wife, Duowazi’s flowery clothes, and his beloved wine?

For a moment, Fat Jia, who was fascinated by huge wealth, was thinking, thinking, and hesitating...

He was even constantly comforting himself.

The Taoists in the world do not separate their families. Who said that the craftsmen cannot pray for good weather?

Humph! Isn’t it just a way to open the cage? Although he is just a rusher, he has never eaten pork. Haven’t he seen a pig walking?

This vote is capable!

At that time, the method of setting up an altar is to shake the bell, beat the gong, wave the peach wood sword, burn the corpse-suppressing talisman, cough cough, I pray that the rain stop talisman is burned, glutinous rice is sprinkled, incense candle is burned, haha, you will get twenty-eight taels! How can you break it if you are so moved?

He hesitated and spoke with the former old mayor again.

"Master Taoist, you accepted our request. For the sake of the suffering of the people and the pitifulness of everyone to prevent them from being displaced, please open your mercy to the people of Taoyuan Town!"

When the old mayor saw the expression on Fat Jia's face changed constantly, he thought of what his son said when he paid a lot of money to invite those Taoists. The sincerity they gave was not enough to lose their skills in opening the game. Anyway, he just refused to come and get Qiao.

Facing the Taoist priest I finally met, the old mayor could not care about dignity and pride.

As he was talking and begging, he immediately cried and almost cried, and he was about to kneel down to Fat Jia.

When Fat Jia and Shanlai saw this, they were shocked and the master and apprentice spoke together.

"Old man, no!".

"Oh, I can't do it, I can't do it!".

If it weren't for the fact that Pang Jia and Shan came to take action in time, the mayor of Ren Lao would really have led his son to kneel on the wet muddy village road.

Holding the old town mayor's hands with age spots, Fat Jia sighed, "Oh! In other words, we practitioners cannot bow our backs because of some money." Fat Jia changed his extra behavior, straightened his back, and spoke seriously with the other hand on his back and pretended.

To be honest, if his beard wasn't too short, he would have doubts. His master would have to pinch his beard and play a master.

As the redundant person who has not fully understood the dialect, he pretended to be a good boy, and just listened to the words of the prospective master and continued to fool others.

"But, since you are here to ask for it personally, you are so sincere. For the sake of the people in the morning and for the homes where the young and old in Taoyuan Town depend on for survival, I made an exception. I took this life that was stopped by praying for rain!"

These words are pretending to be fooled, cough cough, what they say is very passionate, which makes everyone present worry about the rain and autumn food. The villagers who have finally woken up, as well as the old mayor, are grateful to them.

People were still immersed in that they finally met a kind-hearted Taoist, but Fat Jia changed his mind, "It's just..."

The old town mayor and the village chief who came out to see him off immediately became nervous, and the old town mayor asked with a nervous look on his face, "Master Taoist, what is it just?"

Unfortunately, there is no whisk in his hand, otherwise he must have tried to show off with a whisk.

Fat Jia Xin sighed, but his mouth was very serious.

"But this method of opening the altar is a big deal. I have to spend some effort to calculate a good day and auspicious time. And praying to heaven, this offering cannot be careless. The ordinary chicken, fish and meat offerings are a little shallow, at least..." Not to mention anything else, pig, cattle, sheep and three animals cannot afford to be sold, but there must be one of them?

You know, by then, these may be included in your own pocket.

Regardless of whether the rain can stop in the future, what should be done, well, Jia Cunzhou doesn't mind being a little bit unintentional. If he is lucky and the rain really stops after he opens the cage...

Hahaha, don’t think about that for now, the most important thing is now!

As soon as Fat Jia said something, the old mayor, who was a mature man, immediately understood.

He smiled with a flattering smile on his face, bent over his hands and bowed a long bow to the fat Jia, and the old man kept giving him a full promise.

"Don't worry, Master Taoist, you know the rules. The sacrifices of these three animals, as well as incense, candles, paper money, etc. As long as you give us a day, I will use the whole town to make the best of it. Even if you sell the pot, you will buy them all and never dare to bully the heavens."

The 28 plus 28 taels of silver that I promised, plus the offerings required to open the altar, incense, candles, etc., were all counted together. Even if the three expensive animals were added, it would be a drop in the bucket compared to the local Taoist who came to Qiao.
Chapter completed!