When Emperor Zhou heard these two words, he immediately became more vigilant, but he asked politely: "I wonder what kind of deal the holy monk wants to negotiate with me?"
The holy monk of Lingshan smiled and said: "The poor monk helped the benefactor to unify Central Continent, and the benefactor helped the poor monk to spread the Dharma in Central Continent."
"That's it?" Emperor Zhou asked.
The holy monk of Lingshan smiled and nodded: "That's it!"
Emperor Zhou said: "If I guessed correctly, the holy monk supported King Wei before, right? Now he supports me. Is this appropriate?"
"I think it's quite appropriate." The holy monk of Lingshan said with a bright smile: "As the old saying goes, good birds choose trees to roost..."
"Are you a beast?" Before the Holy Monk of Lingshan could finish his words, Master Changmei said suddenly.
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into deathly silence.
Mo Tianji and Lin Daniao turned their heads at the same time and looked at Changmei Master. They both gave him a thumbs up with admiration on their faces.
Even the strong Saint King dares to scold you, that’s awesome!
Ye Qiu also glanced at Master Changmei, as if to say, aren't you afraid of the Holy Monk of Lingshan? Why do you dare to scold him?
As everyone knows, Master Changmei regrets it so much now.
Conscience of heaven and earth, he really didn’t mean to scold the Holy Monk of Lingshan just now, but he was used to criticizing others. When the Holy Monk of Lingshan said that good birds choose trees to roost, he couldn’t help but said it.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late and the words had already been spoken.
At this moment, Master Longmei really wanted to slap himself twice and ask himself again: "Damn it, who called you a mean-mouthed person? Even the old bald donkey dared to scold you. Do you want to die?"
He carefully glanced at the Holy Monk of Lingshan, and found that the Holy Monk of Lingshan was also looking at him, with their eyes facing each other. Changmei Zhenren only felt that the other person's eyes were like a magic sword, piercing his heart.
The real person with long eyebrows was startled and quickly looked away.
However, the invisible pressure that filled the air became heavier and made people breathless.
The long-mei master was in a state of panic.
"It's over, it's over. I'm hated by this old bald donkey. Once the fight starts, this old bald donkey will definitely kill me. I have to be careful."
Fortunately, the Holy Monk of Lingshan only looked at the Changmei Master for a moment, then looked away, and then said to the Emperor of Zhou: "What does the donor think of the deal proposed by the poor monk?"
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty said: "Everyone takes what they need, I think it's good..."
The holy monk of Lingshan said: "Since the donor thinks it's good, let's make this decision."
The Emperor of Zhou hurriedly waved his hand and said: "The holy monk misunderstood. Although the deal you proposed is good, I refuse it."
The smile on the face of the holy monk of Lingshan froze and he asked doubtfully: "Why did the donor refuse?"
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty said: "Now that Daqian has been destroyed and the Wei army has been killed, if I want to unify Central Continent, it will be easy. There is no need to trouble the holy monks."
The holy monk of Lingshan said: "If the poor monk helps the benefactor, the benefactor will soon be able to unify Central Continent. If the poor monk sets up some small obstacles for the benefactor, then the benefactor will never be able to unify Central Continent."
"So, I hope the donor will think about it carefully."
The words of the Holy Monk of Lingshan were full of naked threats.
The Emperor of Zhou laughed heartily and said: "Holy Monk, please don't scare me. You are a member of the Buddhist sect and your six roots are pure. I know you will not stop me from unifying Central Continent."
The holy monk of Lingshan said: "Actually, the poor monk's requirements are not high. He just wants to spread the Dharma in Zhongzhou."
"If the benefactor is willing, the poor monk can also be the national advisor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and assist the benefactor in creating eternal glory."
"This is definitely a benefit and no harm to the donor."
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty sneered in his heart.
"There is no harm in cooperating with you? Who are you lying to? You are the biggest harm!"
"Who in the world of cultivation doesn't know that you are a monk-killer, ruthless and murderous?"
"King Wei became an Arhat only by cooperating with you. The lessons learned from the past are right in front of us. How can I possibly cooperate with you?"
Emperor Zhou thought of this and flatly refused, saying: "Thank you very much, holy monk, for your kindness. I appreciate it."
A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the holy monk of Lingshan.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty said again: "Holy Monk, the Great Leiyin Temple is a holy place for Buddhism and cannot be left alone for a day. You'd better go back as soon as possible!"
The holy monk of Lingshan said with a smile: "Is the donor trying to drive away the poor monk?"
Emperor Zhou smiled and said: "The holy monk misunderstood. I am worried that someone might attack the Great Leiyin Temple while you are away."
"Just like the King of Wei, when he came to Hulao Pass, the Wei Palace was trampled to the ground."
"I just reminded the holy monk with good intentions."
The holy monk of Lingshan laughed loudly and said: "Thank you for the reminder, donor, but I am not worried."
"It's not just the poor monk's words. Anyone who dares to attack Daleiyin Temple will be doomed."
"If anyone doesn't believe it, just try it."
Ye Qiu thought to himself, old bald donkey, just wait for me, sooner or later I will overturn the Great Leiyin Temple.
"It seems that I am worrying too much. In this case, I will go back first, Holy Monk, let's say goodbye." After the Emperor of Zhou finished speaking, he was about to activate the bronze battleship to leave.
It's too dangerous to stay here.
It would be a good idea if we could take the opportunity to take everyone away and avoid a tragic battle.
Unfortunately, things turned out to be the opposite.
"Donor, please stay." The holy monk of Lingshan said.
Emperor Zhou asked: "What other instructions does the holy monk have?"
"The benefactor is the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty, the king of a country, more than ten thousand people, and the poor monk is not qualified to give you orders." The holy monk of Lingshan said: "Since the benefactor did not agree to the previous deal, the poor monk still wants to make a deal with the benefactor.
"
The Emperor of Zhou pretended to be very tired and said: "This time King Wei led his army to attack Zhou. It was so sudden. I have been exhausted these past few days and am ready to go back to rest. Holy Monk, as for the transaction,
, let’s talk about it later!”
"Donor, let's talk about the deal!" After the Holy Monk of Lingshan finished speaking, the sense of oppression in the air became stronger.
Suddenly, everyone on the bronze battleship felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on their chests, as if they were suffocating.
Especially Lin Daniao, Mo Tianji and Changmei Zhenren, they had just become saints, and they felt like every breath they took was swallowing the shadow of death.
In desperation, they could only quietly use their Qi to resist this sense of oppression.
Emperor Zhou asked directly: "What deal does the holy monk want to discuss with me?"
"This transaction of the poor monk is very simple." The holy monk of Lingshan said: "I hope the donor will give me the hundreds of thousands of Zhou soldiers in the canyon."
"It's impossible -" Before Emperor Zhou could finish his words, he saw the holy monk from Lingshan saying, "Donor, please listen to what this poor monk has to say."
"Since it is a transaction, it must be fair and just."
"The benefactor gave hundreds of thousands of soldiers to the poor monk, and the poor monk gave the benefactor a way to live."
The moment the Holy Monk of Lingshan finished his words, the air was filled with strong murderous intent, as if every inch of space was filled with invisible blades.
The breeze blew gently, but it did not bring any chill. Instead, it was like the cold breath whispered by the god of death, penetrating into the bone marrow.
