The old monk guarding Hell Road was nearly scared to death and hurriedly withdrew his hand.
Even after living for so many years, he had not accumulated enough merit to save tens of millions of people.
If he helped Jiang Ping An cleanse his sins, the merit on his body would be emptied in an instant.
The old monk now seriously suspected that Jiang Ping An had used some kind of cheating method to emerge from Hell Road.
Otherwise, with the sins weighing upon Jiang Ping An, he would never have had a chance to force his way out.
"Forgive me, benefactor, but the sins upon you are too great. This old monk lacks sufficient merit and cannot help you cleanse them."
The old monk felt somewhat embarrassed. Just moments ago, he had confidently claimed that he could help cleanse the other's sins, only to say now that he could not. It was rather humiliating.
"Then what should I do? Senior Chan WuXiang was a monk of your Brahma Temple. His promise should count as Brahma Temple's promise, shouldn't it?"
Jiang Ping An's good mood vanished without a trace. If the sins on him could not be cleansed, then his trip to Brahma Temple had been for nothing.
The old monk said unhurriedly, "Benefactor, Patriarch Chan WuXiang has already been expelled from Brahma Temple. He is no longer one of Brahma Temple's people."
Cleansing Jiang Ping An's sins would require tens of millions of merit. Brahma Temple would never pay such a tremendous price to help Jiang Ping An.
To put it bluntly, the dead could not testify.
Jiang Ping An wanted to curse now. He suspected that bastard Chan WuXiang had played him.
They had clearly agreed that as long as he passed through Hell Road and helped him