As the year approached, Qin Liuxi was swamped with chores, refining medicine and educating believers. She had a discussion with Qi Huang about the accounts of Feichang Dao, dividing the profits into three parts—one part for her own private stash, one part for the main branch's private stash, and another sent to Qingping Temple.
When Qing Yuan received the silver note worth twenty thousand taels, he grinned from ear to ear, joyously placing the silver note before the Grandmaster's statue. He lit incense and chattered nonstop, "Our Junior Temple Master is growing up, becoming promising. This main hall must have an auspicious beast to guard it, put on a new coat of paint, and replace the incense burner with a brass one to make it look majestic and imposing."
Wuwei lent a hand nearby, and occasionally glanced up to see the corners of the Grandmaster's mouth seemed to lift slightly, with the incense burning faster than usual.
This must be from being hit by the incense money.
