The villagers were instantly stunned, picked up the money from the ground, wiped it, looked at it, and bit it twice.
"Real money, it's really my money!"
"Thank you, great lord!"
"Such compassion from the high monk!"
The villagers immediately burst into laughter, shouting repeatedly in joy.
Tang Sanzang was as smug as a nouveau riche, dragging a cloth bag in one hand and doling out money with the other, strutting along while scattering coins and shouting, "Take it, take it, I'm in a good mood today! Wahahaha..."
People didn't care if he was happy, as long as they got back their own money, they were happy.
Seeing that flattering the Monk led to more money being dispersed, everyone became even more adept at it.
The brothel girls and the restaurant chefs all came out to flatter, and Tang Sanzang was not stingy, scattering handfuls of money liberally.
Liuer, the monkey, said ruefully, "All that money I got beaten up for... just scattered away like that?"
