The Earth God opened the jade bottle, and inside were hundreds of round, lustrous beads. His brows furrowed tight as he said,
"Why are there only this many?"
"The poor monk cannot be blamed for this. Last year, Layman Zhao and the Dragon Lord caused a great drought, and before a year had passed, along came a locust plague."
Hong Luo scoffed mockingly, "The peasants have been harvested too many times, so naturally, the incense offered is thinner!"
The Earth God, unfazed by the mockery, said, "No matter whether the incense is thriving or weak, the number I require must be sufficient. The missing portion should rightfully be compensated for by the monk."
"Dream on!"
Hong Luo's eyes bulged, and she spat out a pitch-black alms bowl, taking the initiative to strike first.
A sudden gust of chilling wind arose, and demonic clouds billowed as the bowl grew to the size of a house and covered the Earth God from above.
