Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

Song Yuan drafted a contract of sale for Zhao Li in a very short time.

Although it is still a bit different from a contract of selling one's body, in Zhao Li's eyes it is basically the same.

[Contractor]: Zhao Li

[Contract Content]:

Song Yuan lent Zhao Li a demon-killing knife and a bunch of love prophecies as a gift.

When the prophecy comes true, Zhao Li must repay Song Yuan 100 million merits or 1 million RMB.

Moreover, Zhao Li needed to return Zao Yue to Song Yuan to repay the debt he owed as a monk in his previous life.

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Zhao Li pointed at himself and said, "I don't dare to take your knife anymore. Can't I return it to you for 100 million merits or 1 million RMB?"

"And why are you still thinking about Zaoyue? Didn't you say you were going to ask your ancestors?"

"Didn't your ancestors agree?"

Song Yuan rolled his eyes: "Brother, with the prophecy I gave you and the demon-slaying sword I gave you, you will be able to see the female ghost you've been thinking about. If you've already seen the lover you've been thinking about, what else do you need that zither for?"

After hearing what Song Yuan said, Zhao Li also felt that it made a lot of sense, and replied awkwardly: "That's what you said."

"So, when the time comes, just give Zaoyue to me." You should know that if Zhao Li completes this task about Zaoyue, Song Yuan can also obtain the body of an Arhat.

Although Song Yuan had no way to obtain the cultivation level of an Arhat, having the body of an Arhat was also good.

The physical fitness of an Arhat must be top-notch.

"Besides, the knife I gave you is different. It can only be used three times, and after that it loses its effect. Furthermore, the most valuable thing I gave you is of course the prophecy, so you'll have to use something else to compensate for it, such as merit. Of course, if you have more money, that's also fine." Song Yuan said expressionlessly, "The key is, now that I've given you the knife and the prophecy, our deal is basically done."

As Song Yuan spoke, he unexpectedly grabbed Zhao Li's thumb.

At this time, there was nothing on Zhao Li's thumb.

However, Song Yuan used his thumb to press on the white paper.

Golden light bloomed from Zhao Li's thumb, forcing Zhao Li to close his eyes, because he could not see anything clearly at this moment.

Zhao Li felt very uncomfortable. Before he could curse, he saw Song Yuan throwing the white paper directly into the air.

There was still a lot of golden light spreading on the paper, and some mysterious runes were constantly flowing on the paper.

Before Zhao Li could grab the paper, he found that the paper was completely wrapped in golden light, and finally turned into ashes and disappeared completely, and the golden light slowly faded away.

At this moment, Zhao Li also felt that there seemed to be an extra layer in his brain. He seemed to have a special connection with Song Yuan, although this connection was invisible and intangible.

"You..." Zhao Li's heart suddenly became alarmed.

He wanted to say something, but felt he couldn't. He seemed to have formed some kind of special bond with Song Yuan.

"How can I give you something like merit?" After struggling for a long time, Zhao Li finally asked another question. After all, he was now tied to Song Yuan.

The man selling knives on credit has too many tricks.

Zhao Li knew that he could not get out of this kind of contract.

Even Pluto A-Cha and Queen Mother of the West cannot deny it.

How could a mere Arhat like him deny it? Moreover, Zhao Li, having given up all his cultivation, was no longer an Arhat at all. He only had the blood of an Arhat flowing in his body.

Just like when Meng Po Sanqi cut a wound on the palm of Zhao Li's hand, which caused Sanqi's death.

So even if the monk turned into Zhao Li, the blood of the Arhat still existed in Zhao Li's body.

Zhao Li was somewhat proud of his merits and virtues. "After all, I'm a soul ferryman. I've sent away at least 1 souls, if not 8000. I've been a soul ferryman for a long time."

Song Yuan suddenly heard him mention the soul ferryman. He nodded in agreement: "Yes, you were already a soul ferryman in ancient times, but so what?"

"I've sent away many souls. I should have accumulated a lot of merit." Zhao Li spread his hands and said, "Merit is something you can't see or touch. If you can collect it, you can do so..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was surprised to see Song Yuan reaching into his chest.

In fact, Song Yuan had no contact with him at all.

However, Zhao Li was surprised to find a ball of golden light appeared on his chest. He felt as if something on his body had been taken away directly by Song Yuan.

He was about to speak, but Song Yuan's voice sounded before him, even with a hint of disdain: "Is this your merit? A total of... 584 points. Zhao Li, how many immoral things have you done?"

Zhao Li was furious. "I don't believe it. It's absolutely impossible for such a large ball of golden light to only have 584 points. Are you kidding me?"

Finally, Song Yuan said softly: "Close your eyes."

Zhao Li felt that Song Yuan had wiped his eyes.

Then he saw the ball of golden light in Song Yuan's hand. The number written on the ball of golden light was exactly 584.

However, the time that Song Yuan let him see was very short, only a few dozen seconds at most.

In fact, it was very simple to let Zhao Li see it. Song Yuan just found the shared vision function on the system panel and shared his vision with Zhao Li for a while.

After all, the world that Song Yuan could see was completely different from that of Zhao Li, so Song Yuan did not dare to let Zhao Li see for too long. It was only a few dozen seconds in total and it was over in a flash.

"I, I slept with two female ghosts last month." Zhao Li suddenly began to confess, catching him off guard: "The month before last... I slept with three."

Song Yuan was at a loss for words: "I'm not asking you that. What you did is indeed immoral and will deduct your merits. But what I want to say is that sending souls to the underworld is your duty. You can't gain merits from it. Only the underworld will give you some money as a performance."

Zhao Li was completely bewildered: "Then where can I get merit?"

"Doing good deeds to cultivate oneself, and the simplest way is to liberate the souls of the dead. You should know what I mean by liberate the souls of the dead, right?" Song Yuan patted Zhao Li's shoulder gently with his big hand.

Zhao Li's eyes widened, his mouth dropped open in shock. "I'm the Soul Ferryman, and you want me to help the dead? You know, the souls we help don't go through the underworld. Wouldn't Hades kill me?"

Song Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "But you'll like the feeling of saving the souls of the dead in the future, because that's what you did in your past life. You saved many souls in your past life. Why do you think Ah Cha would bother you? Does she really like that zither? You're trying to steal business from the underworld, won't the Hades give you a damn?"

Zhao Li suddenly felt very clear-headed.

Because what Song and Yuan said were all right.

The souls of the deceased who are liberated by practitioners do not go to the underworld.

They will follow another system, the system of Lord Taishan.

For the souls of the dead, the best thing is to be liberated naturally. Lifting the soul is equivalent to being blessed with something special by a cultivator. You must know that the system of the Lord of Mount Tai can even control the death of gods. That is the true land of the dead.

Practitioners who have achieved immortality will go to the place where they practiced after death. Those who practice Buddhism will go to Lingshan, and those who practice immortality will ascend directly.

And these practitioners who become immortals will also enter the system of Taishan Lord after their death.

The salvation of the dead soul is equivalent to blessing it, so no matter what it has done, it will receive preferential treatment when it is reincarnated.

Better than going directly to the underworld.

"You can only gain merit by liberating the souls of the dead, especially those evil spirits, the ones that are particularly difficult to deal with. You don't encounter many of them. If you do, even if you liberate them, Ah Cha won't be able to sense it." Song Yuan made a promise to Zhao Li: "If I remember correctly, every soul ferryman has a loss value every month, right? This is the normal loss of those that cannot be sent away and must be killed."

"You should transcend all these losses," Song Yuan reminded Zhao Li, "and repay me with the merits you earn later."

When he heard the first part, Zhao Li felt a little fascinated. After all, he knew that he was a monk in his previous life, and Zhao Li had an instinct to save the souls of the dead.

But when he heard the last sentence, Zhao Li stood up and started to move forward: "After all, I am working illegally for you?"

This is worse than slavery.