“You don’t need to thank me, Venerable Bhante. I was just doing my own thing,” Ye Qing said while saluting the withered corpse. He had mulled over the withered corpse’s statement and couldn’t find any real holes in it. He couldn’t feel any malice from the withered corpses either, so he saw no harm in being polite for the moment. 0

The withered corpse said smilingly, “Amitabha. All things in the world are tied by karma. You may be doing your own thing, but it doesn’t change the fact that your deeds have freed me. Therefore, you are deserving of my thanks.” 0

“You flatter me, Venerable Bhante,” Ye Qing responded with a smile of his own, “If nothing else, I am glad I am able to free you from your demonic troubles.” 0

“Excellent, excellent!” The withered corpse chanted, “This monk is impressed at your humility and open-mindedness, benefactor.” 0

“Since you have freed me from my demonic troubles and future sins, I would like to offer you a small token of appreciation. I hope you won’t refuse it.” 0

Is this… my opportunity? Ye Qing’s eyes lit up, and his heart pounded with excitement. Sometimes, good luck falls on you like a hurricane. Should he accept it or accept it [1]? It wasn’t...4