"I'm done for. It seems like I don't have enough money. " Yu daoyi's face was indifferent, but his heart was filled with sorrow.
As a Daoist priest, and a very famous one at that, his behavior was very much in line with people's understanding of Daoist priests.
Many people invited him to all kinds of conferences and gave him a lot of money, but Yu daoyi didn't go.
He would rather eat congee every day than participate. Of course, occasionally, when he really couldn't decline, he would go, and then he would get a large sum of money.
However, he didn't know where Yu daoyi had spent his money, so he continued to use vegetable tofu.
Even if the vegetarian banquet was split evenly, each person would have to share a few thousand Yuan. However, Yu daoyi only had a hundred Yuan on him.
"How's the Taoist Grandpa? how's the taste?"
The second seat at noon should be the Tri-love craftsman, Mr. Tang. He asked Yu daoyi before he went in.
