Today This Poor Monk Will Save the Divine Lord

"You're here."

The old monk slowly lifted his eyelids. His voice rasped like iron scraping against metal, making people instinctively frown.

"By World-Purifying Venerable's order, I have come to share Orthodox God's burdens."

Eight Extremes Valley was rather special, so Shen Yi had not brought Master Zhi Kong inside with him. Nor did he recognize which Bodhisattva stood before him. The less he said, the fewer mistakes he would make, so he merely explained his purpose.

At the words "share burdens," the old monk faintly curled his lips. Without further nonsense, he went straight to the point. "The three great demon clans led by the Southern Emperor suffered a heavy loss in Pinewind Prefecture earlier. In a single battle, a full eight Fourth Rank demon immortals perished. Do you know of this?"

"I have heard something of it."

Shen Yi's expression remained calm.

The moment he heard those words, he had roughly guessed the Bodhi Sect's intentions.

"It is good that you know."

The old monk smacked his lips and said indifferently, "After that matter, those three great demon clans cut off contact with our sect. They have been hiding in the rear, playing cat and picking up scraps, refusing to contribute for a long time."

"World-Purifying Bodhisattva is merciful and is willing to give them another chance."

"Not only do we intend to make up for their losses, we intend to give them even more. That is why we have come here."

Shen Yi still showed no unusual reaction. "How do you intend to make it up to them?"

"There are two Third Rank Demon Venerables in Eight Extremes Valley. I have already come to an agreement with one of them to save it from this bitter place. But since you have arrived, perhaps we can save both of