"It's all ready, Master, please accept it."
Jiang Xiaobai handed over the prepared envelope, which contained ten thousand yuan.
The head monk at Ciyun Temple felt the thickness of the envelope, and his smile immediately became even more radiant.
"On behalf of all the monks in the temple, I thank you for your generous donation. When will your mage perform the ceremony at your house?"
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Tomorrow. I'll arrange for a car to pick you up. Master, I have just one request: you must handle this seriously and properly guide the deceased's spirit."
"Of course, of course, even if you didn't remind us, we would still do so," the head monk said with a smile.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "So it's settled. Tomorrow morning at eight, the car will arrive at your temple on time. Please instruct everyone to prepare early."
"Alright, alright, this old monk will handle it now, take care, take care!"
The master saw Jiang Xiaobai off.
