These days, Wang Fangqian has done too many bad deeds in Qiutian City, and feeling guilty he went to Jing'an Temple for peace of mind. Master Jing'an is highly respected and has a significant reputation in Qiutian City.
After Wang Fangqian finished writing a character for "good" on a piece of paper, Master Jing'an said something that completely infuriated him. Even though he was annoyed, Wang couldn't show it. He managed to keep his patience, offered a card as a token of respect, and asked if there was any good advice to avert disaster.
"Do you really want me to tell you?" Master Jing'an seemed reluctant to speak.
"Just speak your mind, I have plenty of money."
"This is not about money," Master Jing'an continued to shake his head, appearing hesitant to speak further.
"If it's not about money, then what's the problem? Is there anything in this world that money can't solve?"
Wang Fangqian was too anxious, but the old Monk wouldn't speak up.
