"No, thirty percent!"
Zhunti immediately climbed up the pole and started asking for the moon.
"Delivering the souls of the dead is a great deed of accumulating virtue and doing good. If the payment is too little, who will still be willing to put their heart and soul into it in the future?"
"If Fellow Daoist offers thirty percent, this poor monk guarantees that Ksitigarbha will absolutely treat the Underworld as his own home and deliver every last one of those evil ghosts!"
Faced with the two of them haggling back and forth, Pingxin did not even lift an eyelid.
Her tone was indifferent.
"Just one percent."
"Not a fraction more."
Zhunti grew anxious.
"Fellow Daoist, this is not how business is done!"
"This is far too unfair!"
"Fair?"
Pingxin gave a cold laugh, cutting him off.
"The souls of the dead in the Underworld are endless."
"So long as the Six Paths of Reincarnation do not collapse, these evil ghosts and resentful souls will flow in without end."
"What you take may only be one percent, but it is a thin stream that runs forever, merit without end."
"So long as your disciples are diligent, the more souls they deliver, the more merit they will receive."
"How much you can earn will depend entirely on the ability of your Buddhist disciples."
"This is already a business with no capital and ten thousandfold profit."
Pingxin looked at the two of them, her tone growing colder and colder.
"Besides, do you truly think I do not know what abacus you are clicking away at?"
"You want your disciple to enter the Underworld, obtain an official position in my Underworld, and enjoy the Fortune of my Underworld."
"You do not merely want to earn merit. You also want to borrow the Fortune