"Whew, whew, whew, whew......" In a storage room full of miscellaneous items, a middle-aged man held a yellowed piece of paper with red eyes, panting rapidly.

After a long time, the man finally shouted, "Rich, rich, rich......" as he rushed out of the storeroom and ran upstairs.

In the room, a gray-haired old man raised a Becklin MRI concussion pistol and pointed it at his temple.

"Daddy!

The old man turned his head and smiled sadly: "I'm not going to die, will you pay back the debt of the 3.78 billion universe coins for me?

"It's still there, it's still there!" the middle-aged man cried out excitedly, while carefully handing over the piece of paper and saying, "Dad, what do you think this is?"

"What is this? This is ......" The old man took the piece of paper suspiciously, and when he looked at it, he was stunned.

"Whew, swoop, swoop......" The old man also gasped heavily, and his chest couldn't stop heaving.

"Xiao Yinjian, is this really Xiao Yinjian?" the old man rubbed his eyes and stared at the corner of the piece of paper tightly.

"That's right, this is Xiao Yinjian's autograph!" The middle-aged man's face flushed and he nodded excitedly.

"This is the signature of the great sage Xiao Yinjian?" the old man still felt a little like he was in a dream.

"That's right. The middle-aged man replied affirmatively.

"This is Xiao Yinjian, the great sage who is known as the 'Angel of Peace', the 'Patron Saint of the Earth', the 'Savior', the 'Reincarnated Living Buddha', and the 'Bright Heavenly Venerable'?"

"Is there a second person in the history of the universe who deserves the title of Great Sage?"

"Whoop, whoop...... How much are the autographs of the Great Sage sold on the black market now?"

"I don't know the specifics, but one or two hundred billion cosmic coins are always indispensable. ”

"Hahahaha, get rich!" In the room, father and son laughed in unison.

Outside the window, a super statue of two thousand meters high towers in the Great Sage Square, the statue with one hand on the waist, the other hand with the finger obliquely tilted, straight into the sky, and that face, but extremely holy, although under the holy, it seems to hide a few traces of ****, as if recalling his glorious and **** experience for hundreds of years......