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

Xiaoya is quite clever, so naturally she would never sign such a contract at this time, and she felt terrible.

"It's no use playing dirty. Your attitude is no better than Zhao Li's. How about this, we can make it 1.5 million." This time Song Yuan didn't even sign a contract, he just waved his hand.

It was written in black and white, and the change actually happened: one hundred million became 1.5 million.

Xiao Ya was stunned. Throwing a tantrum had no effect on Song Yuan. Neither did acting cute. On the contrary, it only added 5000 million merits to her debt. Not to mention, Xiao Ya wanted to die at that moment.

Zhao Li suddenly felt that his 100 million was nothing at all.

A total of 1.5 billion.

Xiaoya will probably cry when she gets home.

And this time Song Yuan had no patience and waved his hand without waiting for Xiao Ya to say anything.

The white paper flew directly onto Xiaoya's thumb. When Xiaoya's thumb touched the white paper, golden light flashed on the white paper.

Xiaoya took a look and found that her fingerprints were imprinted on the white paper.

But the white paper floated in the air and suddenly began to burn.

But it wasn't the flames that burned the white paper, but the golden light that Xiaoya had just printed. The golden light enveloped the entire paper, instantly turning it into ashes.

When the entire piece of paper turned completely into ashes, Xiaoya felt that she had a certain connection with Song Yuan.

A relationship that is difficult to explain.

"From now on, every bit of merit you earn will be transferred to my account through the connection between us. You have a long life, and we knife sellers will continue to collect debts from generation to generation. Of course, it is possible that my life span will be longer than yours by then." After all, Song Yuan has a system panel.

However, this sentence took on a different meaning in the eyes of Zhao Li and Xiao Ya.

What Song Yuan really meant was that he could practice.

He could cultivate in this Dharma-Ending Age and even achieve immortality. Isn't this the purpose of attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal?

Even if one can achieve immortality and become an immortal, isn't that what everyone wants?

The five decays of heavenly beings mean that even gods cannot escape fate.

Heaven is the boss of this world.

"I've signed the contract already?" Xiaoya looked at Song Yuan in bewilderment. "Am I planning to sell myself now?"

"That's probably the case, but you don't have to be so pessimistic," Zhao Li patted Xiao Ya's shoulder gently, "Just work hard and earn your keep."

"If you don't know how to make money, you can come and ask me." Song Yuan actually pulled out a book from the place where the table was placed. The book was covered with dust, and it was obvious that it had never been read. It was just used as a table leg.

Song Yuan didn't dislike it at all. He blew away all the dust on the book, patted it casually in front of Zhao Li and Xiao Ya, and then handed the book to Xiao Ya: "This is the Rebirth Mantra, and there are some other mantras. You can learn more."

"You can gain merits by liberating the souls of the dead. Also, do more good deeds. Lifting the souls of the dead is faster. Of course, if you can also liberate the souls of immortals, you will gain a lot more." Song Yuan shared some of his experiences.

Xiaoya looked at the dirty book and didn't want to take it.

But she is neither a monk nor a Taoist priest, so she doesn't know how to help the dead souls to be reborn.

But from what Song Yuan said it seemed quite simple, just reciting a mantra for rebirth.

"Why did you tell her all this?" Zhao Li, standing next to him, felt as if he had been stabbed in the back. "Salvating the souls of the dead is my job. How could she take it away from me?"

"You're not a high monk anymore," Song Yuan blurted out, "What if you fail to exorcise the dead and get beaten up by a fierce ghost? Isn't there someone else who can help you?"

Anyway, these two guys are working.

In fact, it doesn't matter who you pass it to.

After all, the current Zhao Li is not that great monk. In the world of soul ferrying, even if Zhao Li has not recovered his memory, he can still use the Lotus Sutra. That's because he ate the ghost pill given to him by Murong and grew a soul.

Although the new soul may not be as powerful as the previous one, some memories can be slowly revived.

But now Zhao Li has no soul power at all.

It is absolutely impossible to expect Zhao Li to use the Lotus Sutra.

Therefore, Song Yuan found a simple mantra for rebirth, which should be effective. If Zhao Li wants to take the path of salvation in the future, he will have to learn a lot of things. This is Zhao Li's own business.

"Okay, I've been talking to you two for so long. I haven't done any business here and haven't fought any knives. You two should go back quickly." Song Yuan's face changed after signing the contract. He was clearly trying to drive them away.

At this time, Zhao Li had nothing to be nostalgic about. He had wanted to stay and watch Xiaoya's fun. Now that he had seen the fun, he was really satisfied, so Zhao Li planned to leave.

But Xiaoya didn't move: "How can you remove Kunlun's knife?"

"Oh, I almost forgot about that one you mentioned," Song Yuan coughed guiltily. "The knife Kunlun used was very powerful. You have to know that at that time, if you hadn't poisoned Chi You, you would never have been able to capture him."

"Even with such a strong poison, Chi You's existence can still metabolize it slowly, although Xiao Ya's dagger broke his defense."

"But given enough time, the gods will be powerless against Chi You. However, the knife our ancestors provided can chop off Chi You's head. It is a divine knife, specially used to behead gods."

"That knife is very precious. I never thought that the Queen Mother of the West would throw it away after using it that one time. It's such a waste of precious things. Now no matter who gets it, it will be a trouble."

"Of course, putting that aside for now, it's not a threat to us knife sellers. That knife is incredibly valuable, so the compensation from the Queen Mother of the West must also be incredibly valuable, like the Kunlun Mirror."

"The Kunlun Mirror can pay off the debt, and if I remember correctly, Queen Mother of the West has many treasures in her hands. The Kunlun Mirror is just a small toy to her."

Although Song Yuan said this, Zhao Li, who was standing next to him, almost fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. "What did you say? You want the Queen Mother of the West to use the Kunlun Mirror to pay off the debt? Are you kidding? The Kunlun Mirror is precious, okay? It's not just a small thing, it's the hallmark of Kunlun."

"What does it have to do with you? Just shut up." Song Yuan rolled his eyes. This Zhao Li was being too nosy.

Zhao Li silently shut his mouth, nodded, and stood aside: "I will never say anything more. The Queen Mother of the West must pay compensation. That knife is so powerful that it can kill gods."

It turns out that people will change when faced with interests.

Xiaoya glanced at Zhao Li with a particularly resentful look, then turned to look at Song Yuan: "Since merits can be used to offset each other, then we at Kunlun can also use merits to offset each other, right?"

"1000 billion, maybe," Song Yuan casually said a number. "A sword that can kill gods is quite powerful."

The underworld must return the magic knife, otherwise it will have to pay off the debt with 100 billion merits.

Moreover, according to Song and Yuan dynasties, these 100 billion merits were not given in one breath.

You can pay it back slowly.

With the power of the contract, as long as they earn merit, it will flow to Song Yuan continuously.

Originally, Zhao Li thought that 100 billion was a bit too much. Even if all of it was converted into merit, A Cha probably wouldn't be able to afford it.

But now, the Queen Mother of the West has a full 1000 billion, which made Zhao Li almost laugh out loud. Now he knows how to respond. Maybe A Cha will really agree.

After all, the opponent's defeat will make you particularly happy.