Since even Master Wu Ya couldn't help, Zhou Xuan suddenly turned his head with a mischievous grin and looked at the "Turtle Mountain Taoist."
"Master Turtle..."
"Just call me Little Turtle."
"A single deer antler, how much incense can it add? I think the price can be raised a bit," Zhou Xuan said with a grandiose air.
The Turtle Mountain Taoist wasn't greedy, quickly responding, "Just one deer antler, this price is enough for the little Taoist..."
"That's not going to work, the Turtle Mountain Temple needs to hire a new temple priest and the incense must not be discontinued. Even if it's a small temple, so what if it's small, it still has all the necessary organs. I want to help your Taoist Temple erect a Golden Body."
Zhou Xuan declared boldly, which frightened the Turtle Mountain Taoist, who quickly said, "There's no need for such effort, sir. Let the temple remain small."
