"I'm afraid you're a big head! I'll let you go, where is so much nonsense. "Even if the things in the ordinary store are not fake, they are useless to Wen Chengyi, otherwise he would have come to the temple to do something.

However, this place is indeed not a good place for him, just like he is standing outside the temple of Pranya, and if he is allowed to enter, it will definitely not be.

Don't look at the current 9-to-5 contract system for many monks, they still get married and have children eight hours away, but the monks in it also have real Buddhist disciples, anyway, Wen Cheng Yi doesn't like it.

Zhou Rui rolled her eyes, is this dead zombie begging for help?

His heart was broken, but his legs involuntarily stepped into a religious supplies store, which was shining with gold.

"Donor, please feel free. The woman in the shop glanced up at Zhou Rui, and then lowered her head and wrote the Buddhist scriptures.

Well, it's ink-free writing paper, I don't know if they have been given a patent fee.

"I need good yellow paper, brushes, and cinnabar, do you have them here?" Zhou Rui looked around, but didn't find it, so he asked.

"Yellow paper, cinnabar...... Does the donor want a talisman? There are talismans, they are all invited by the monks of Prajna Temple, you can go and ask, it is very effective. The woman stopped pretending to copy at this time, and looked up.

"No, all I need is blank yellow sheet paper. Zhou Rui shook his head, when did the monk also draw talismans, aren't you afraid that the Taoist priest will knock on the door?

Fishing across the line, there is wood!

"That's not it, you can go look elsewhere!" In an instant, the proprietress who originally looked like Amitabha Buddha had a "compassionate" face, and she drove people away.

Zhou Rui pursed her lips, didn't say a word, and left the store.

Wen Chengyi, who was waiting outside the door, was unhappy, and said, "You can bear this, do you still have a little temperament?"

When you are with him, why is your temper not so good?

"There are so many people like this, am I angry?" Zhou Rui ignored him, there were so many shops in front of him, why did he hang here.

"Beauty, what do you want, look at it, which one you like, I'll give you a discount!" This time Zhou Rui walked into the store, a young man looked at it, flamboyant, and didn't look like a good person.

"I need yellow paper, cinnabar and a high-grade lake pen, do you have one here?" Zhou Rui didn't look for it, and asked directly at the door.

"Yes, how can a religious supply store not have these things! But these are not profitable, and we usually don't actively sell them. As he spoke, the young man began to rummage through the cabinets.

It took a while to take out the few items that Zhou Rui wanted from a dusty box.

"Well, it's all here, don't look at these things for some years, but the older the cinnabar, the better. The young man explained, a little weakly.

"Hmm...... How much does it cost?" Zhou Rui looked at it casually, after all, she has been practicing calligraphy for so many years, and she can still distinguish the quality of paper and pen, although it is not good, but it is also considered to be middle and upper, and it is true that it has been a little long.

"Oh, I'll take a look......" The young man rummaged through the label, the price was a bit embarrassing.

Zhou Rui actually saw it, there is a pen with a price tag, marked with "0.5", a pen of five cents, it is indeed very cheap, but it is definitely not the current price.

"I'll be honest, these things were all brought by my grandfather from the supply and marketing cooperative, and the price tags on them can't be counted, so let's give twenty of these?"