Li Dazhu slightly restrained himself, no longer daring to act recklessly, and started circling around Turtle Mountain Taoist.
"Stop hiding, you're the Daoist of Bi Fang. Mr. Mouse came here to deliver immense wealth to you."
"I know, Mr. Mouse, your master wants to deal with Zhou Xuan, and has written the wish for Zhou Xuan's death in the Will Heavenly Book, correct..."
"But your master's Will Heavenly Book can't deal with Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan also has a Heavenly Book in his possession, who will win between your master and Zhou Xuan is still unknown."
As Li Dazhu spoke, he walked toward the incense table within the temple.
On the incense table, four simple lamps filled with bean oil were burning - small porcelain bowls filled with bean oil with a burning wick.
Li Dazhu picked up one oil lamp, blew out the wick, twisted it out, then held the lamp and gulped down the bean oil inside.
"Little mouse, on the lampstand, stealing oil to eat, can't come down?"
