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Mount Sumeru.

The feng shui of this place hasn't been good lately.

The mountain gate archway has been repaired three times. The first time, it was collapsed by Lin Sa's banana leaf fan. The second time, it was repaired by the Westerners themselves, but weeds grew on the roof—the aftereffects of Lin Ling'er's life law. The third time, it was repaired not long ago, and the paint hadn't even dried completely.

today--

Three streaks of light flew in from the east.

A golden light—Lin Dasheng.

A verdant green—Linze.

A dark gold hue—Lin Xi.

The three beams of light stopped outside the barrier of Mount Sumeru.

Lin Dasheng hoisted his golden cudgel onto his shoulder. He tilted his head and glanced at the newly renovated mountain gate archway.

"Hey. It's fixed again."

Lin Ze stood beside him, holding a jade slip for recording accounts, his face serious.

Lin Xi twirled the precious coin between her fingers.

There were two gatekeepers at the entrance to the mountain.

Bald. Gray robe. Holding a monk's staff in each hand.

The cultivation level is at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal. He is among the lowest-ranking guards on Mount Sumeru.

They saw three children flying over.

The two guards exchanged a glance.

"Who goes there? State your name immediately! Trespassing on the sacred grounds of Mount Sumeru is strictly forbidden—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!"

Lin Dasheng slammed his stick down.

The golden cudgel grew bigger. It went from being as thick as a chopstick to as thick as a bucket.

One blow—

It crashed into the right pillar of the mountain gate archway.

The pillar cracked completely.

The cracks spread from the bottom to the top.

The right half of the archway —

"Splash—"

collapsed.

Gravel and sawdust flew everywhere.

The two gatekeepers were dumbfounded.

"You—you—you—"

"Farewell, benefactor." Lin Dasheng put away his staff and jumped onto the pile of rubble, hands on his hips.

"The people from Pangu Temple have come to collect debts. They want your sage to come out and speak."

The words had barely left his lips.

A commotion broke out inside Mount Sumeru.

More than a dozen beams of light flew out from the mountain.

They were all disciples in gray robes. Quite a few, at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

but--

After they flew into the air, they saw a faint, ethereal figure appearing behind the three children.

That phantom—

He was a hundred feet tall.

The body was formed from primordial chaos.

One hand is holding an axe.

The projection of Pangu's true form as a substitute puppet.

Although it was merely an illusory image attached to the amulet, not the true form of Pangu, that aura—

Those below the level of Quasi-Saint will feel their legs go weak upon smelling it.

A dozen or so gray-robed disciples stopped in mid-air.

No one dared to step forward.

They recognized the monkey.

Last time, it was this monkey that smashed the outstretched hand of the Sage Zhunti with a single blow at the entrance of the Pangu Temple.

"Go—go and inform the Sage—"

A gray-robed disciple's voice trembled.

The main hall of Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhunti sat on their respective prayer cushions.

The tea in front of him had gone cold. He didn't drink it.

Zhunti's temples were still throbbing. The echo of his words, "Bald monk, don't touch me like that," hadn't completely faded.

A young novice monk ran in. He knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

"The Saint—the Saint—at the gate—three children came to the gate—saying—that they were from the Pangu Temple to collect debts—"

Zhunti clenched his fists.

"here we go again."

Jieyin closed his eyes.

He is too tired.

Ever since they got involved with Lin Xuan, Mount Sumeru has been anything but quiet.

"Junior brother, what should we do?"

Zhunti took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Ignore it. Close the door."

"The mountain gate has been smashed."

"..."

I sat for a while.

A sound came from outside.

A very loud sound.

A very loud sound.

It was a child's voice, sweet and innocent. But after being amplified dozens of times by some kind of amplification device—

The sound pierced through the barrier of Mount Sumeru. It penetrated the walls of the main hall. It clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Notice of Debt owed by the Western Church! First item—"

It's Lin Ze.

He stood on a pile of rubble from Mount Sumeru, holding an unfolded bamboo scroll in his hands. The scroll was densely covered with writing.

In front of him was a megaphone the size of a bowl.

This amplifying magical artifact was borrowed from the Jie Sect's supply depot. It was originally intended for Daoist Duobao to read out the rules and regulations at the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly.

Lin Ze is now reading out the debt list.

He cleared his throat and began to read.

"The first item—instructing the mount, the Golden-Winged Roc, to attack the East Sea Dragon Clan's treasure vault. This caused damage to the first layer of the treasure vault's array. Several Dragon Clan guards were killed or wounded. My fourth sister, Ao Ling, suffered a mental injury."

The details of the compensation are as follows.

"Repair fee for the treasure vault formation - 20,000 top-grade spirit stones."

"Dragon Clan Guardian Healing Fee - 30,000 Top-Grade Spirit Stones".

"Compensation for Ao Ling Si Niang's emotional distress - 50,000 top-grade spirit stones."

Zhunti's lips twitched.

Lin Ze turned a page and continued reading.

"The second item—instructing the Golden-Winged Roc to release near-sacred-level atmospheric pressure over the East China Sea, causing ecological damage to the East China Sea and resulting in the mass death of fish and shrimp."

"Marine ecological restoration fee - 50,000 top-grade spirit stones".

"The third item—the roc's attempt to self-destruct failed. The shockwave from the explosion reached an area of ​​thousands of miles in the sea, causing several cracks in the dragon palace buildings."

"Building maintenance fee - 80,000 top-grade spirit stones".

"Fourth Item – Additional Clause for Mental Damage Compensation. Due to the repeated harassment of the Pangu Temple and its affiliated forces by the Sage Zhunti, all members of the Pangu Temple have been in a state of high alert for an extended period. Compensation for mental distress—"

"Seventy thousand top-grade spirit stones."

"The total is 300,000 top-grade spirit stones."

Lin Ze closed the bamboo slips.

"Western Church, please settle the full amount within three hours. Late payments will incur interest. Nine out of thirteen will be returned."

The main hall of Mount Sumeru was deathly silent.

Zhunti's hands were trembling.

It's not from anger.

Yes—he really can't afford it.

Mount Sumeru's treasures—Lin Xuan has plundered them countless times. The Merit Pool is gone. The Bodhi tree is burned. All the lotus seeds have been stolen.

Three hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones?

He couldn't raise the money even if he sold Mount Sumeru.

"Senior brother." Zhunti turned to look at Jieyin.

The guide remained expressionless.

"Don't look at me. You've spent all my savings."

The two saints sat facing each other on the prayer mats for a long time.

The sound of babying started again outside.

"Three hours is too long—two hours, please. If you don't pay—we have other ways."

That's Lin Xi's voice.

The copper coin spun faster and faster on her fingertips.

Zhunti gritted his teeth and stood up.

"I'm going out to take a look."

He walked out of the main hall.

They flew to the mountain gate.

I saw three children.

Standing on the pile of rubble. On the left and right. Right in the middle is the monkey.

Lin Dasheng saw Zhunti appear. He chuckled.

"Oh. The bald monk has come out."

Zhunti's eye twitched twice.

He decided not to argue with the monkey.

He looked at Lin Ze.

"Young benefactor. The grudge between this humble monk and your father should not involve the child."

Zhunti's tone was as gentle as possible. He tried to stabilize the situation with the "eloquent tongue" of Western religion.

"eloquent speech" is a special rhetoric used in Western religions. The words spoken carry a Buddhist quality that makes people feel relaxed and at ease.

It is extremely effective for ordinary people.

but--

"Lin Ze, your thirteenth brother is here. Don't listen to him," Lin Ze muttered to himself.

He's not buying it at all.

The acting leader of the Jie Sect. He grew up surrounded by the account books of the Tongtian Sect Leader and the Duobao Daoist. Being fooled? Absolutely not.

Zhunti's eloquent words had zero effect on him.

Zhunti's expression froze for a moment.

He decided to try a different strategy.

He pulled out half a magical artifact from his sleeve—a broken Vajra pestle. Its condition was mediocre, but it was still a magical artifact.

"This humble monk does not have enough spirit stones on him at the moment. Please use this treasure as collateral—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

"jingle--"

A crisp sound.

Lin Xi's Treasure Coin flew out from her fingertips.

The copper coin traced an arc in the air before landing precisely on the vajra pestle in Zhunti's hand.

The copper coins touched.

Vajra Pestle —

It fell from Zhunti's hands.

"Bang—"

It crashed to the ground.

Zhunti looked down at his empty hands.

His expression—indescribable.

Falling Treasure Coins.

Ignoring rank. Can fall upon anything.

Including the magical treasures held by sages.

While it has no effect on the supreme treasures used by sages to attain enlightenment, it's as easy as picking persimmons for an ordinary acquired spiritual treasure.

Lin Xi bent down and picked up the Vajra Pestle. He looked at it from the left and right.

"Dilapidated. Worth at most two hundred spirit stones."

She threw the vajra into the cloth bag on Lin Dasheng's back.

Zhunti's face turned green.