Taoist companion helps me cultivate immortality

"You are so timid, how can I let you go home alone?"

Gongshu Yan walked towards him and slowly sat on Lin Ye's lap. Each strand of his silky white hair exuded a faint fragrance, like the sweet scent of flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

Lin Ye had no choice but to raise his hand and gently stroke his master's hair, while using the other hand to check the documents.

On the other side, the assistant to the branch president had a very unhappy look on his face.

Horse riding...

What are you doing in front of a monk who has been celibate for more than a hundred years!

Is there any courtesy in this?

One stick of incense time.

There was already a small pile of processed documents in front of Lin Ye.

The assistant raised his head and took one look, his heart skipping a beat.

So fast?

It can't be written randomly.

Let me see!

After taking the document and looking through it, the assistant closed his eyes.

How is it possible... am I dazzled?

The quality of the review is very high!

I don’t believe it without dozens or even hundreds of years of clerical work experience!

Is this what is called genius, talent is everywhere?

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

There was a commotion afterwards.

"Please, don't... I will lose this job..."

The person who spoke seemed to be Miss Pang Lu.

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow: "Come in."

Two Wanbaolou stewards pushed open the door with unfriendly faces, while Pang Lu next to them looked distraught.

After seeing Lin Ye, the two deacons were stunned.

I remembered that he was the person the shopkeeper had specifically instructed.

The deacons clasped their fists and said:

"I've met Mr. Lin!"

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"It's like this..." The deacon sighed, "Fellow Daoist Pang Lu from the Equipment Refiner Guild participated in the sale of second-hand flying boat tickets."

"The amount involved is huge and he has now pleaded guilty."

Lin Ye blinked and looked at Pang Lu, who was in a daze.

Isn’t this still being a scalper?

He was also caught by Wanbaolou.

The usual peaceful smile on Pang Lu's face disappeared. It was filled with panic and weakness, and he looked away like a frightened little animal.

But she reacted quickly and looked at Lin Ye pleadingly.

Lin Ye shifted his gaze.

The deacon coughed lightly and said, "After confiscating the stolen money and deducting the fine, she owed us Wanbaolou..."

"150 mid-grade spirit stones!"

Lin Ye couldn't help but be shocked.

Wow, 150 medium-grade spirit stones!

You should know that it takes an ordinary Jindan early stage cultivator more than a month to earn these spirit stones, and it takes more than half a year for the late foundation building cultivator.

Pang Lu in the late stage of Qi Refining...

Including interest, well...

I can never pay this debt off in my lifetime!

Seeing Lin Ye's calm attitude, the two deacons breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, he clasped his fists and bowed respectfully: "We are only here to convey this matter to the Equipment Refiner Guild. We have no intention of offending you."

"Mr. Lin, I'll take my leave now."

"Walk slowly without sending."

Lin Ye sent the two deacons away, then slowly shifted his gaze to Pang Lu.

Pang Lu lowered her head dejectedly, her hair in front of her forehead was a little messy, and her sky blue skirt and soft black hair fell to the ground.

When she looked up and saw Lin Ye sitting in the branch president's seat, a light flashed in her eyes as if she had seen a life-saving straw, and a special sense of tension filled the room.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, please, please save my life..."

Chapter 50: So Damn Handsome

Talking about money hurts feelings!

Especially with so much money, Lin Ye felt a little disgusted when he heard it.

Pang Lu's face was full of anxiety. After a moment's hesitation, he fell to the ground.

Lin Ye flipped through the documents casually: "Fellow Daoist Pang, you have seen the world, don't tell me you have forgotten what one hundred and fifty mid-grade spirit stones mean."

"You can buy ten of these precious flying boat tickets."

"At least ten copies of the foundation-building pills that countless Qi-refining cultivators desire."

"If you take out at most one twentieth of it, you can buy your life. I just want to ask what price you are willing to pay to buy twenty of your own lives?"

Lin Ye's voice was cold and questioning.

Pang Lu's lips trembled: "I...I am willing to pay any price..."

The assistant branch president shook his head and stood up.

"Friend Lin, I'm going to go out for a while."

"Fellow Daoist Pang, please don't make things difficult for others..."

The assistant's eyes flashed with teasing: "It's not that you are unkind, you owe too much!"

Pang Lu's face turned pale and she bit her lower lip tightly.

The assistant narrowed his eyes and walked out.

Gongshu Yan remained indifferent and kept silent.

Pang Lu raised her head, her lips trembling, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what force made her hold back.

She slowly stood up: "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Lin... I won't bother you anymore..."

As if he had exhausted all his strength.

She stepped out of the door and saw the assistant's playful smile out of the corner of her eye, which made her feel extremely sad.

The road to immortality is ruthless.

No one cares about other people's lives unless there is profit to be made.

"Think about it again. What can buy twenty of your lives?"

Pang Lu turned around in surprise and found that Gongshu Yan had just set up a soundproof barrier, so he rushed in.

"You mean..." Pang Lu was extremely nervous. She grabbed the hem of her skirt tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

"You want the life of the Saintess of Qingyang Sect!"

"What's the point of taking her life?"

Lin Ye glanced at Gongshu Yan.

"I have no right to interfere in the affairs of a family servant." The master raised his chin calmly and reservedly.

Lin Ye couldn't help but bury his head in his master's hair.

The master always believed that he loved her the most, just as he was confident in his weapon-refining skills. To be trusted like that, what more could one ask for?

"It's itchy...bad disciple, let's talk about business!" Gongshu Yan twisted his body slightly.

Lin Ye threw out a collar.

This collar with biotechnology has a stronger restraining effect on monks below the Nascent Soul stage than the expensive servant contract. It is a by-product of the research on prosthetic garments.

"According to what you said, this person is mentally ill. If he attacks violently, he might hurt me and my master."

"I won't see her until she wears it."

Pang Lu picked up the collar tremblingly: "Your request is..."

"If you can get a cultivator in the late foundation building stage or above to wear it within one day, I can help you settle the debt."

Lin Ye complained in his heart.

Wanbaolou issued a fine. Isn't this just arbitrarily high?

A good horse is judged by his legs, and a good man is judged by his mouth.

To put it more arrogantly, I am acting as the master's agent, and I don't need to pay any money, I can settle the matter with just a few words.

"I have a method to help her break through the Jindan stage, as well as a way to take her away from Qingyang Sect. I have a lot of bargaining chips. This shouldn't be difficult, right?"

The despair on Pang Lu's face quickly melted away like ice and snow, transforming into a tense and radiant look.

"Thank you, thank you for giving me the chance to live!"

She bowed to Lin Ye repeatedly.

Then he left the private room in a hurry.

Lin Ye likes capable people. As someone in the late stage of Qi Refining, she will do her best to do this no matter how many excuses are given. If she succeeds, it would not hurt to save her life.

When Pang Lu's back disappeared, Lin Ye secretly warned himself.

Small people are born to be chosen and arranged, and have no control over their own destiny. Lin Ye is very familiar with this.

If the car overturns one day, I will inevitably be in the same danger as Pang Lu today.

At the current level, it is impossible to get close to the Nascent Soul Patriarch even if you turn the world upside down.

Speaking of which, a servant who is in the Jindan stage and can burn his life to protect himself at a critical moment is a must.

The master is a treasure, and someone with whom we will ascend to heaven together in the future.

Of course, find another candidate.

......

The next morning.

A green-haired girl with a collar stood confusedly in front of Lin Ye's house.

The two guards had already received instructions and said, "Master Lin has instructed that any monks wearing collars should be allowed in."

"Yes..." the girl replied stammeringly, taking small steps into the yard.

Wenren Qingyu, the Saintess of Qingyang Sect, is a monk with communication impairment who has been in seclusion for twenty years.

Standing in the small courtyard of Lin Ye's house, she felt a sense of familiarity in her heart.

Pang Lu!

You lied to me!

I have been severely cheated before.