Chapter 1916: Regarding the Issue of Monks Carrying Money

"Master Fahai is right. It seems we have no choice but to disguise ourselves to enter the city gate."

General Wujing scanned the group and said.

At this time, Zhu Bajie scanned the stalls on the street behind them and soon saw a stall selling clothes and hats.

"Then let's buy their clothes to wear and put on their hats, but I don't have any money."

Zhu Bajie said.

"I don't have any either."

General Wujing spread his hands and said.

"We monks don't carry money. What should we do?"

Tang Seng reined in the White Dragon Horse, frowned, and appeared somewhat anxious.

"I have money."

A smile appeared on Fahai's face, and he walked straight toward a stall.

Tang Seng and the others behind him were all bewildered; they hadn't expected Fahai to be carrying money.

One must know that Buddhist discipline does not allow monks to carry much money. This group of four needed four sets of outfits, which clearly required quite a bit of money.

As Fahai walked toward the clothing stall, he found it funny in his heart. So Rulai says we can't carry money, so we don't carry money? Then how are we monks supposed to ensure our food, clothing, housing, and transportation?

Fortunately, I, Fahai, am never short of money, and I know how to use my magic to earn some.

Fahai stood in front of the clothing stall, straightened his back, and said, "Give me four sets of men's clothing and hats."

The stall owner was a woman in her forties. She looked at Fahai, her eyes flickering; clearly, she had noticed that Fahai was a big bald monk.

She was about to speak, but her expression looked as if she didn't want to sell clothes to Fahai at all.

"Thump!"

With a light sound, Fahai casually tossed a fifty-tael silver ingot onto the stall counter, where it kept spinning.

"Hurry up, I'm in a rush. Keep the change!"

Fahai's face showed no expression as he spoke calmly.

When the stall owner saw that the monk-like Fahai was so generous, with such a large silver ingot, her eyes immediately lit up.

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment. I will immediately pick out four sets of men's clothing and hats for you."

The owner said with a face full of smiles.

Fahai sneered in his heart. Among the common folk, who doesn't like money? Sure enough, money makes the ghost push the mill. If he were as rigid as Tang Seng and didn't know how to adapt, he would probably have to use force to solve many things.

Could it be that if Fahai couldn't beg for food one day and went hungry, he would have to resort to robbing people of food and beating them up?

Fahai would absolutely never do such a thing; this was his principle of conduct.

Like Tang Seng, he was a renowned high monk, but he wasn't as rigid as Tang Seng.

Soon, Fahai was dragging four sets of clothes and hats in his hands as he came before Tang Seng and his disciples. ===== CHAPTER 1918 =====