Chapter 102 The Plan to Backstab Tathagata

Jin Chanzi also looked at the old man in front of him with guilt on his face, and his face was full of murderous intent.

"You monk, aren't you a monk from Lingshan? How come I can tell from your eyes that you have murderous intent towards Lingshan?"

Although Jin Chanzi didn't know who the old man in front of him was, he was able to tell him so many secrets about Styx, and his favorability increased a lot.

That opened up the conversation.

"To tell you the truth, I've long been unhappy with those bald donkeys."

Having nothing to do all day long, he established himself as a person of great mercy and compassion, and did all kinds of shameful things behind his back.

I, Jin Chanzi, disdain to associate with them.

He was already unhappy with Lingshan, and with the system around him, why should he succumb to others? Wouldn’t it be nice to work alone?

"If it's possible to cheat Lingshan, I would be happy to do so."

Jin Chanzi's indignant look really surprised the old man.

"Do you really think so? I have a plan right now that will make Lingshan miserable for a while. Are you interested in joining?"

Jin Chanzi looked at the other person with interest and called him a good guy. The old man had told him so much about his feelings. It turned out that he was waiting for him here.

But he was also interested in the plan that he said was going to hurt Lingshan.

"Oh, tell me how it's so troublesome. If I'm interested, I wouldn't mind helping you."

"Didn't Tathagata detain the clone of the Ancestor Styx? Although the Ancestor also imprisoned their Buddhist scripture collectors, we can use the scripture collectors to calculate the merits."

As the two talked, their feelings gradually warmed up, and they instantly felt like they had met each other so late.

"Brother, I did it! Isn't it just merit? I, Jin Chanzi, don't have much else, but I have a lot of merit."

After hearing the other party's complete plan, even Jin Chanzi's eyebrows jumped wildly.

The other party was actually so ruthless and wanted to murder Tathagata through the Golden Chanzi, and also set his sights on the Seven Treasures Tree and the Twelfth Grade Golden Lotus of Merit from the Second Sage of the West.

But will the other party really be fooled so easily?

After all, no one is a fool. The last time he came to the underworld, Zhunti was beaten until his nose was black and his face was swollen. I'm afraid he won't be fooled, right?

But the other party said it with full assurance, as if the receptionist Zhunti was from his Shura clan, so he almost asked the other party to directly tell him to deliver the Seven Treasures Tree and the Twelfth Grade Golden Lotus of Merit to his door.

"Brother, it's not that I won't help you. You see, although I am a body of merit, I have already consumed all the 100 million merits this month."

Golden Chanzi, who has condensed the heavenly merits into a physical body, has countless heavenly merits. Apart from the source of the merits, the merits that can be used every month are only 100 million at most.

Moreover, when we were in Langlang Mountain, we had already spent nearly 50 million.

When he first arrived in the underworld, he spent more than 50 million yuan. It can be said that he can no longer squeeze any merit from his body.

If it were forcibly deprived, then the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Dragon should appear in the Jiuyou Blood Pool.

The old man who had been busy for a long time, when he heard the news, his eyes flashed fiercely, as if he wanted to eat the golden cicada directly.

How could he be as gentle and easy-going as he was just now?

"Little monk, are you cheating on me?"

But he still far underestimated the courage of the people in Lingshan.

Thinking of the extra 100 million merits in just one month, how much merits did Jin Chanzi spend on condensing merits into his body?

One month produces 100 million extra merits. After one damn year, the extra merits are enough to become a meritorious saint.

Thinking of the miserable life in their bloody sea where there was no light and no merit at all, Styx wished he could just swallow the golden cicada alive and replace it.

Thinking of the terrifying Heavenly Punishment Thunder Dragon, I still deeply controlled my delusions.

"Is there no other way?"

"I really feel unworthy of those tens of thousands of people who died."

"They just want to live a good life, even if they are like mortals, working at sunrise and sunset."

"But this has become the extravagant hope of our Shura clan. Do you know that feeling of longing for freedom?"

Perhaps because of the depth of his love, two lines of hot tears were left on the old man's face.

"Do you think this will work? Let's wait for a month. When the merits arrive next month, how about I give them all to you?"

Jin Chanzi was moved by the old man's true feelings, coupled with the horrific scene just now, and his sympathy for the tragic fate of the Shura clan, he decided to help them.

It was only a month, and he could still afford to wait. It was just a hundred million merits, and he, Jin Chanzi, didn't take it to heart at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the fixed source of merit couldn't be used, he would definitely use part of it to compensate.

After all, Tathagata, this cheap master, really didn't do anything for human affairs. He indirectly killed so many people of the Shura clan, which must have a population of hundreds of millions at least.

"Hey, that's all it can do."

"Let's see, little brother, you and I are very close to each other. If you don't mind, how about staying in my humble home for a while?"

The old man saw that Jin Chanzi didn't look like he was lying, and since he hadn't exposed his secrets so openly in many years, the two of them had already established a deep friendship before they knew it.

"Haha, brother, it's not easy for me to go to your place."

Seeing the disappointment flashing in the other person's eyes, Jin Chanzi naturally knew that the other person was overthinking.

He explained patiently: "I am the bargaining chip used by Patriarch Styx to threaten Lingshan. Do you think the other party will let me run around?"

As Jin Chanzi explained, the old man showed a relaxed expression on his face.

He patted Jin Chanzi on the shoulder, not caring at all, "Brother, you can rest assured about this."

"Whether you are with me, with others, or hiding in a mountain stream, it is no different from being with him."

Jin Chanzi understood it instantly after hearing this.

Minghe, that was a big figure in ancient times, and besides, Minghe was the other party's base camp that had been operating for countless epochs.

What difference does it make if I am there? He smiled and acted to cover up his embarrassment, clasped his hands together, and said vaguely: "Old brother, let me tell you first, I am very picky, not only delicious food and drink, but also fun."

Knowing what the other party is thinking, it is nothing more than hoping to get merit from him, and then exchange it for the reward of the ancestor of Minghe.

Anyway, he is already a fish on the chopping board, and has long lost his freedom.

Instead of facing a terrifying figure like the ancestor of Minghe, it is better to follow the old man in front of him.

At least when the two sides communicated, they had no scruples, and they said whatever they thought of, and the other party was more to his taste.

"Haha, don't worry, little brother, I still have this ability. I know you a little bit, but you probably don't know your reputation in the underworld?"

After receiving Jin Chan's reply, the old man smiled and felt that his head was much more upright and not so hunched.

"Oh?"

Jin Chanzi was completely confused now. He was a monk from Lingshan. Strictly speaking, he and the underworld were hostile forces.

I was such an unknown little person, could it be that the underworld gave him some title of demon or evil monk?

"Haha, of course."

"You are a great and kind person in the underworld. No matter where you are, fine wine and delicious food are standard, and beautiful women dancing are a must."

In fact, he didn't say another sentence, that is, he was a prodigal son who liked to use merit to hit people.