He carried the wooden box down and placed it in front of the Buddhist altar.

When he opened it, he found that the box contained gold, silver and copper coins.

Count them.

Six taels of gold, thirty-two taels of silver, four strings of copper coins, and three gems. If converted into silver taels, it would be one or two hundred taels.

Zhang Heng looked at the money, and then thought about the satisfied looks on the faces of the three ghost monks before leaving, and muttered: "So that's it!"

Before, he thought that the three monks' obsession was the temple.

Now it seems that the temple is fake, the chanting is also fake, and this private money is real.

It's really yours.

Sure enough, he is a monk. Even if he is dead, he still cannot let go of this yellow and white thing. One look at it will make him extremely satisfied.

"Brother Zhang, this money..."

Seeing the gold and silver, Fang Han was also very happy, but there was no fear on his face.

"Don't touch this money lightly, otherwise the three ghost monks will come back to find you."

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said: "Let's do this. You can search around the temple during the day tomorrow. The bones of the three monks should be buried nearby. If you find them, help them bury them in peace, and then divide the money into

Fourth, for the three monks' share, buy ingot candles and burn them for them, and you can keep the remaining share for yourself."

Even the three monks died and could not let go of the money.

If Fang Han takes them all away, he will definitely die a violent death and be strangled to death in his sleep.

It's different if you divide it into four parts.

Fang Han helped them bury them in peace and burned the remaining three points to them. It makes sense to take a share.

Thinking about it, after getting the ingot candle that Fang Han burned for them, it was time for the three monks to be reincarnated.

"Isn't it too shabby to just be laid to rest? Do you want to buy three thin coffins?"

Fang Han asked in a low voice.

"No need to..."

Zhang Heng thought about what the three monks had done, shook his head and said: "A thin coffin made of six wooden boards will cost dozens of pennies. If you really do this, they will not rest in peace, and there is no way they will need it again at night."
Chapter completed!