Looking at the fake silky eyes, Tu Shanjun probably knew what the other person wanted to say.

He raised his hand slightly to stop Ye Ling from speaking out the words he was hesitating in his throat.

Tu Shanjun sighed and said: "You don't need to worry, let alone make any promises in exchange for my trust. Since you have embarked on the path of spiritual practice, there is nothing wrong with thinking more about yourself."

"Dependence on others is not a good policy after all."

"At least here, you don't have to compromise. There are rewards for merit and punishment for demerits, that's all."

Ye Ling was stunned on the spot, her charming flower-like face under the big red robe was full of astonishment and surprise, as if she didn't expect to hear such words. Her indifferent eyes were as eye-catching as the stars in the sky.

"The Sword Comes"

At this time, Ye Ling suddenly understood Nie Quanjiu a little.

This really makes people want to follow it willingly.

Ye Ling suddenly laughed, raised his hands and saluted, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Let's go." Tu Shanjun waved his hand.

…

The banquet ended in the middle of the night.

Of course, for monks there is no such thing as night and day.

But they can't get carried away. It should be noted that although they eliminated Sunset Mountain, they actually secretly offended the Heavenly Ghost King of Netherworld. Although the Heavenly Ghost King did not dare to take action, he had to guard against it.

We should patrol the mountains when we should, and we should practice when we should practice.

The spiritual field needs monks to guard it, and the mineral veins still need to be mined.

There are still a lot of chores left for them.

Tushanjun stood up.
Chapter completed!