Xin Yuan sighed and said, "It's no wonder monks don't have good fortune."
Xu Qing heard this and laughed, saying, "No money needed, this wine is my offering to the master, as long as the master drinks it and doesn't trick other people's children into becoming little monks!"
"That's absolutely not possible, I am the most lawful monk, and I never do such disgraceful things!"
The gourd Xu Qing was handing suddenly paused as he deftly dodged Xin Yuan's approaching hand, his smile faded, "Hold on! Give me your wine gourd from your waist, I'll share some with you."
Receiving the wine gourd, Xu Qing poured while keeping an eye on the County Magistrate's situation from afar.
At a certain moment, Xu Qing suddenly exclaimed, "The County Magistrate came out! And there are two little bald heads!"
Xin Yuan quickly turned to look, only to see the front door of the County Magistrate's mansion tightly closed, with just one crow perched on a stone statue, fixing its feathers.