Song Zhiyu came to the front hall and generously added a fifty tael silver note to the Merit Box placed in front of the Buddha.
Song Lingzhou felt a bit of pain: "Fourth Uncle, you're being too generous."
"What do you know, your Fourth Uncle is a favored child of fortune. Money is just an external possession. When the heavens give me good luck, it's only natural I give something back," Song Zhiyu said with feigned profundity, "Do you know the saying 'one drink, one peck'?"
Song Lingzhao: "But Fourth Uncle, you said before that you dislike being a monk and insisted on experiencing the secular world."
Song Zhiyu glared at him and reached out to tweak his ear: "This has nothing to do with my respect for the Buddha."
Song Lingzhao giggled and dodged his devilish hand.
