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

Selling oneself? ?

Miroku's pupils widened.

His first reaction was to think of a group of monks, some fat, some thin, some tall, some short, standing in half-dressed clothes on the brothels and saying seductively, "Sir, come and play!"

Nonsence!

What kind of desperate Lenovo is this?

Shaking this unreliable idea from his mind, Maitreya's smile was filled with a bit of murderous intent. He stared at Song Yuan and said with a grim expression: "Knife seller, are you serious?"

He still had a smiling expression, but even a stupid person like Ah Cha could tell from that smile that the other party seemed very angry.

Ah Cha folded his arms and said something fair: "Paying back a debt is always a matter of course. Otherwise, why not return that knife? Why not? Is it because you don't want to?"

Maitreya turned his head and glanced at A-Cha with an expressionless face. Who the hell was thinking that?

Although he only had two accounts, they were both crucial.

The first one was the knife he used to cut the gradient when he became a monk. In fact, Maitreya and Sakyamuni were people of the same era. At the beginning, Maitreya did not want to become the legendary person. Why should he have to become a monk just because others became monks?

Later, I met a man who sold knives on credit.

The man who sold the knife on credit pointed him in the right direction.

It also gave him clarity about his future.

The second stroke was the time when Maitreya became famous. He preached to the gods in the inner court of Tushita Heaven, saving all living beings. He became famous in one battle and attained enlightenment under Nagarjuna in Hualin Court. However, there were several extraterritorial demons in this Dharma Assembly, which entered his mind and disturbed his thoughts. If it were not for a dagger provided by the knife seller, Maitreya would probably have fallen into a permanent illusion.

Don’t underestimate these two accounts, as they are only two.

But the impact is far-reaching.

The consequences are also very serious.

Those two swords are of vital importance to Maitreya. He would never give up treasures of this level. It's not like his head is stuck in the door.

Since you can't give me a knife, you can only give me other items of equal value.

But Song Yuan's words confused Maitreya.

These knife sellers on credit were really annoying in the beginning. Why do they always appear at the critical moment?

But without them, there would be no Lingshan today.

Almost all of the brothers in Lingshan have received favors from knife sellers on credit.

They have to repay the favor.

But the knife cannot be returned.

That’s the bottom line.

Before Song Yuan could say anything, the Jade Emperor beside him said in a timid tone, "Are you kidding me? It's just a knife. Why would you sell your body to me? How can you, a knife seller, talk to the Buddha like that?"

This was clearly fueling the fire, and Song Yuan gave the Jade Emperor no respect at all: "Really? Do you know that even if you sold your body you couldn't pay off those debts?"

Jade Emperor: ...

Then just satisfy your craving for it.

Why did Song Yuan go right up close and attack with his full power?

The Jade Emperor winked at Song Yuan, as if to express that he didn't mean that, but Song Yuan was too lazy to pay attention.

Maitreya glanced at the Jade Emperor, still smiling, but in his mind he was discussing with Tathagata. In fact, deep in the Lingshan Mountain, those people were also arguing:

"Big, bold!"

"What do you mean by selling our bodies? They want us to sell our bodies? That's too much, right? Where's the Laughing Buddha? Would he be so happy just to hear that?"

"roll."

"What do you mean? This guy who sells knives on credit is really shameless. Is there such a person? He asks us to sell our bodies right away."

"What magical item on us can't be compensated? It's just a knife, right?"

"That's so easy to say. It's just a knife, right? Why don't you give it to him?"

"Wait a minute, Maitreya just mentioned that we should repay the debt collectively. We don't need to repay it collectively. We can repay it one by one."

"Yes, I just need to pay off my own debts. Do you think I should pay off Tathagata's bad debts?"

"Who was it that just said that?" Tathagata's voice was transmitted to a corner deep in a sacred mountain.

"That's right," the voices became more numerous and more unscrupulous. "We just need to settle our own accounts. We can pay our debts one by one. Although we all stay in Lingshan, we don't need to bear the debts of others!"

"I also think it shouldn't be counted on the collective head. If it were, even if the entire Lingshan Mountain were to compensate him, it probably wouldn't be enough."

"He even wants us to sell ourselves. If I go alone to pay the compensation, there's no need, okay? I'm not involved in such a serious cause and effect."

……

The smile on Maitreya's face was about to disappear.

This bunch of fat guys.

I talked on and on for a long time but didn't get to the point.

So who can tell him what to do now?

Maitreya took a deep breath, looked at Song Yuan, and asked directly: "So if we want to repay the debt collectively, how do we sell our bodies?"

"Sell him to my boss as a slave," the fifth young master said with shining eyes.

He is familiar with this routine.

He really understands.

However, after the Fifth Young Master finished speaking, he added a patch: "But the house where my boss lives now is not big enough. If you want to be my boss's slave, you will have to go out and wander around."

The Fifth Young Master felt that no one could take away his position as the Chief Slave Manager.

Originally, he had not volunteered to be a slave to Song Yuan. After all, he owed so much to him. The Fifth Young Master was a guy who would show off anything he had, so he was unable to repay the debt and could only work illegally for Song Yuan.

Now I suddenly found that the entire Lingshan was a black market for Song and Yuan. Even the Buddha had to work for Song and Yuan.

There's something oddly satisfying about that.

Miroku's face froze.

His lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

But Song Yuan smiled: "That's not the case. What you Buddhists are best at is gaining merit. You can just save the souls of the dead and earn merit for me."

"That won't do," Ah Cha exploded upon hearing this. "Salvating the souls of the dead? Isn't that stealing my business?"

If there were no souls in the underworld and all of them went to Lingshan, then what would be the point?

"That's definitely not going to work," Song Yuan said helplessly, "Then use a divine weapon to counter it, just like the Jade Emperor, refine a divine weapon, or go and kill the extraterritorial demons."

Song Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up when he said this: "The rice, sugarcane, and various fruits you grow here, which only mature once every 1 years, are all very good and can be used to pay off debts."

"Or even simpler, if you give me the entire Lingshan Mountain, it will cover about 80% of the debt."

"Then all of you monks can go out and earn merit to pay back the remaining 20%. That's also possible."

Ah Cha said coldly, "If you want to earn merit this way, don't try to steal ghosts from me. If you dare, don't blame me for doing something irrational."

After hearing the plan, Maitreya was stunned.