"What... what kind of help?" Wu Sang was somewhat unnerved by Yuan Ming's laughter, he hesitated.

"I need you to collect all the incense ash from the censer on the altar in the main hall of the temple. Once it's done, I'm willing to give you ten silver coins, how about it?" Yuan Ming asked.

He could have collected it secretly himself, but he didn't want to waste too much time. These worldly gold and silver were of little value to him, especially since he had recently received a compensation from the old pipe smoker.

"What do you need the incense ash for?" Wu Sang's heart pounded at the mention of "ten silver coins", but thinking of what happened during the day, he frowned and asked.