My uncle is Lin Zhengying

"I told you to stop for a moment!" Zhang Jing looked at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, whose eyes were shining, and quickly put the silver ingots into their pockets. Regardless of their objections, they took out all the silver ingots and put them back on the plate.

"Ehhhh..."

"Brother, what are you doing!"

The two were anxious, their eyes were red, and they looked like they wanted to strangle Zhang Jing to death.

"Can you listen to me first?" Zhang Jing said helplessly.

"What is there to say? Why can't we take the money that Boss Congratulations gave us? We earned it by killing ghosts, and it's not some ill-gotten gain!" Qiu Sheng stared.

Wen Cai also quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, quickly bring the money! Boss He will really not give us any money later!"

Zhang Jing waved his hand and explained: "I didn't say no money, but isn't the 100 taels a bit much?"

"A lot?" Qiu Sheng asked Wen Cai.

Wen Cai shook his head: "Not much!"

Qiu Sheng spread his hands and said, "That's right, not many at all!"

Zhang Jing was too lazy to talk nonsense with these two live treasures, and asked directly: "Master, how much do you usually charge for helping people perform deeds and remove ghosts?" After a pause, Zhang Jing continued: "It's like today, just How much do you charge for killing a low-level ghost?"

Wen Cai frowned on the furrowed brow on his forehead that looked like a middle-aged man, and said, "Generally speaking, at most 20 taels of silver..."

After he finished speaking, he realized that Qiu Sheng kept giving him winks.

Wen Cai scratched his head and asked, "Qiu Sheng, did I remember correctly? Isn't it 20 taels of silver?"

Qiu was so angry that he knocked Wen Cai on the head.

He now understands what kind of person this Junior Brother Zhang is.

It turned out that he was just like their master, a stubborn and inflexible old antique!

It is obvious that you can make more money, but you refuse, saying that the rules cannot be messed up.

To help people cast down demons and exorcise ghosts, you can't collect money randomly.

Why?

Isn't this kind of thing consensual?The employer is willing to give it, so why not accept it?

Wen Cai was knocked on the head, a little unhappy, wondering: "What's wrong? Did I remember it wrong? No, I remember that a month ago, someone asked the master to help exorcise the evil spirits, and they only received 20 taels of silver."

Qiu Sheng patted his head in pain, speechless.

I wonder who are the people around me?

Either old fashioned or dumb!

Wencai still doesn't understand what it means!

Seeing this, Zhang Jing nodded in satisfaction, with a plan in mind.

Turning around with the money in hand, he walked towards Boss He, and said with a straight face: "Boss He, this is too much money, I can't take it."

He Liang didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhang Jing vigorously.

It seemed that he wanted to see clearly whether Zhang Jing said this sincerely or politely.

But as a fine man, he couldn't tell what Zhang Jing was thinking after watching for a long time, so he tentatively asked: "Daoist Zhang thinks that 100 taels of silver is not enough?"

Zhang Jing waved his hand and said, "It's not enough, it's too much."

As he said that, Zhang Jing returned eight of the ten silver ingots, leaving only two.

Following Zhang Jing's move, the system prompt disappeared instantly, indicating that collecting 20 taels of silver would not affect merit.

Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "20 taels of silver is enough."

He Liang was really puzzled now.

In all these years, this was the first time he saw someone dislike too much money and wanted to return it voluntarily!

In this world, no matter how rich people are, they won't dislike too much money, right?

So He Liang asked puzzledly: "Dare to ask Daoist Zhang, why?"

Zhang Jing's heart ached terribly.

I want all of these 100 taels of silver!

As a result, in a blink of an eye, 80 taels were lost, and only 20 taels were left. I still want to ask why!

But thinking like this in my heart, I can't express it.

Waving his sleeves, Zhang Jing looked like a master of Taoism, and replied: "Money is something outside of the body, I am a person who cultivates Taoism, and hunting demons and ghosts is my job, and it is enough to charge a certain amount of money. If I collect too much money, it will affect my desire to seek Tao..."

Although Zhang Jing's words were not what he had in mind, they were mostly pretentious.

But in fact, it is not unreasonable.

Cultivators also need to eat, so they must not starve to death without money.

Even, making many magic tools and talismans, such as yellow paper, cinnabar, money sword... which one does not cost money?

Therefore, no matter what kind of Taoist priest, it is impossible to help others for free without taking a penny!

However, if you rely on your spells to collect ill-gotten gains and crazily collect money for yourself, then it will definitely not work!

Originally, subjugating demons and expelling ghosts is a matter of accumulating merit, but if it turns into a means of making money, it is not doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

Just like Uncle Jiu, with his ability, is it difficult to make money?Why is it still so poor?

Another example is the Taoist priest with four eyes, his mana is not weak, right?

Why do you have to work so hard to help people drive corpses to make money?

In fact, it is a very simple truth: a gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way!

So Uncle Jiu can obviously earn more money, but he abides by the rules and will not accept money that should not be collected;

So even if the four-eyed Taoist priest has many ways to make money as long as he thinks about it, he still chooses to drive away the corpse.

This is where morality lies!

In general, cultivating the Tao is not for the sake of glory and wealth.