"It's open. The fee is fifty," a bald man sitting at the village entrance said.
Fangzheng was instantly dumbfounded when he heard that. "You still need to pay for entry?"
The man walked over and pointed at the village. "The village's road is built by the village. What's wrong with accepting some entry fees? You either pay the money or take a detour."
Fangzheng said, "Amitabha. Patron, This Penniless Monk is a monk. He doesn't have money."
"Heh… Don't you blush when you lie? You don't have money? Where did you get your car from? If you don't have money, how are you going to pump the car with gas? Using alcohol?" The bald man laughed.
Fangzheng took out an alcohol bottle and handed it over. "It's really running on alcohol."
"No… Are you f**king kidding me? If you have money, give it to me. If not, scram!" The baldy was infuriated by Fangzheng's actions.
Fangzheng felt helpless. Why was it that no one believed the truth?
