Pirate: I only come here for three things!

"Amitabha."

The temple is indeed a ruined temple.

One side of the outer wall surrounding the inside collapsed. No one is taking care of the snow that has fallen on the idol.

A bald monk who looked to be in his twenties or thirties was sitting in a position to protect him from the wind, with a pile of charcoal fire burning in front of him. He sat there until Duanmu also walked into the ruined temple, and then he chanted the Buddha's name.

"Monk?"

"The little one is." He clasped his hands together. "It's windy outside at this time. If the donor doesn't mind, you can come over to keep warm."

There was a piece of tattered mat sitting under his buttocks, and as he finished speaking, some space was made available.

"Then I'm sorry."

This place is not far from the home of our friends in Hong Kong, so we can stop and take a rest, and see if we can get another victory.

Although this monk doesn't look like much, no matter how little meat he has, it is very important to him.

Duanmu used a box to prop his buttocks and sat opposite the monk.

The monk was in ragged clothes and had six gray heads on his head. When he was in the prime of life, he had a stern face, elegant manners, and slender hands, making him appear polite and courteous, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

"It's nothing to just sit and look at firewood all the time. My name is Duanmu, monk, what's your name? Which high court are you from?"

Duanmu stared at the monk in front of him and began to interrogate him. If he encounters a tough situation, he is a peaceful and law-abiding citizen of Wano who is passing by peacefully.

"I'm under Pinghao, a small temple that used to be in Tuwan. I went down the mountain these days to be a traveler and see the great mountains and rivers of Wano. I didn't expect that the mountains here were blocked by heavy snow, and I was trapped here. In order not to My colleagues in the local area were implicated and I had one less mouth to talk about, so I moved out to live there. Although it was a bit difficult, it was still considered practice."

Got it, a stinky monk with no money.

But he didn't rule out the possibility that the other party was lying to him. Seeing that the wind was going in the wrong direction, Duanmu changed the direction in order to prevent the guy in front of him from getting into the fire.

"Then what should we do, master, in terms of daily necessities, food, housing, and transportation?" Duanmu asked the other side in a false and worried tone.

"Amitabha." The monk remained silent.

"In this way, I think you and I are also destined. To be honest, my identity is a product salesman. In order to make a living, I don't rush from the company headquarters to places with many people. I find people who are destined to promote our company. The product."

"Seeing how miserable you are, Master, I can give you a piece of soap from the company."

Duanmu opened his box, repeated his old trick, and took out a piece of pink soap. Flavors and special seasonings are added to it, making it a tried-and-true dish.

"Master, if you don't mind it, please accept my offer. It can also be considered as my offering to the Buddha."

The monk in front of me took the soap and weighed it.

"It's a good soap."

"This soap is a new product specially developed by our company. It smells great. Would you like to try it?"

He held the soap in one hand and smiled.

"You don't even have to smell it to know it's a good soap."

After speaking, he took out a Buddhist amulet from his arms.

"Here, I'll give you this amulet."

He took out a wooden sign from his pocket. On it was carved something with an invisible face. It said that fate is created by oneself, appearance is reborn, and everything in the world is transformed. According to Duanmu's daily experience, the wood is not good, and the workmanship is not satisfactory.

Duanmu weighed it and looked at the monk.

"You're giving it to me now?"

The monk clasped his hands together and smiled brightly.

"Is there anything else to eat? I happen to be hungry, so let me get something to eat."

The monk was stunned.

"food?"

"do you have?"

"How much do you want?"

Duanmu looked at the things in his hands.

"what do you have?"

The monk picked up a branch nearby and pulled it into the fire a few times. Several small sweet potatoes covered with a layer of soil came out. This sweet potato is a variant of Wano Country's specialty, and Duanmu has never seen it before.

"Is this sweet potato?" He was a little confused.

"The local sweet potatoes just don't look very good, but I have confirmed before roasting them. They are all good and edible. If you don't mind, you can have some."

Only then did Duanmu realize that in addition to charcoal and weeds, there was also a bunch of stuff stuffed into the fire. Most of them look elongated and have smooth skin. The color is red. It's a bit like the roasted sweet potatoes in the previous life, but there is a big difference in body shape.

"Then give me half."

The monk hammered his stick. "How much can you give me for incense?"

"Aren't you going to give this as a gift?"

"I can give you food, but not wooden plaques. Donor, this treasure is a Buddhist amulet consecrated by devout prayers of one hundred and eight masters."

"Every this number."

"One hundred and eighty beli?"

"Eighteen thousand beli."

"Why don't you grab this number?" Duanmu smiled. Does this count as meeting a colleague? I thought I had met a good person and was ready to let him go. Unexpectedly, after going round and round, there was also a hammer on the opposite side.

"This card can help you avoid disasters, turn bad luck into good luck, and keep you safe when traveling, Amitabha."

"...Then I don't want this card." Duanmu handed the wooden card to the monk, and the monk gently pushed it away.

"You can't return it. It would be unlucky to return it. It will bring bloody disaster to you and your family."

He had a constant smile on his face.

What the hell kind of place is Wano Country...

Duanmu also understood the customs and customs here, and had a new understanding of many things here. The people here are not honest, and the monks are not honest either.

There are really unruly people everywhere.

"now what?"

"Amitabha, donor, peace is the most precious thing."

"Is peace the most important thing when you put your hands together? Now, raise your hands for me. Yes, your hands are facing me. This is the gesture of peace being the most important thing. Do you understand? Monk."

Looking at the monk performing the French military salute, Duanmu took a sweet potato from the bottom and kept it in his arms.

"Donors, monks, don't lie."

"Are you still cursing me?"

"Does faith still have charisma?" He sighed and obediently handed over the few steel coins he had left.

No, it's more than that. Duanmu counted, at least three hundred thousand beli. This is his biggest deal in recent days in supporting the strong and the weak.

"I didn't expect you to be so rich, monk."

"That's not all, I still have ten thousand beli left on the bottom of my shoe."

What an open-minded person.

"Okay, I see you are also particular about it. I don't want the ten thousand on the sole of the shoe. From now on, we will not touch the river. If you see me in the future, please stay away and don't hang around in front of me. Do you understand?"

Looking at the money Xin was holding, Duanmu didn't wait any longer. He asked the monk to turn his back to him, squatted on the ground with his hands clasped in his hands, and melted into the wind and snow with the steaming sweet potatoes in his hands.

It would be better if there was wine at this time.

According to rumors, the carpenter's house is not far ahead. Although I don't know what conditions he has, even if he uses a gun,