As he spoke, Wang Shi suddenly began to laugh.
It seemed Zhunti and Jieyin already had an answer in mind.
"To gain more merit, naturally, we would establish a sect or religious order."
"But so many mighty figures have founded religions now. We already have the Western Teachings, too, and the merit we received was nothing special."
Wang Shi shook his head meaningfully.
"As things stand, simply founding a religion is no longer enough to become a Saint. If you want to attain Sainthood, you must blaze a different trail."
"Founding a religion that delivers all living beings from suffering would naturally earn an ocean of merit. But nearly all the merit available in this area has already been divided up. The Heavenly Dao has no spare merit to give you."
"That is why we need to borrow."
"We must borrow more merit. Borrow the merit of the days to come, the merit of the future."
At these words, golden light immediately flashed in both men's eyes.
How had they failed to think of that? Yes, if they could borrow future merit, that would be wonderful.
But their faces soon fell, and they were utterly speechless.
The Heavenly Dao was no fool. Why would it lend them merit so casually?
No one would simply hand such a share of merit over to someone else.
The two looked at Wang Shi with miserable faces.
"Fellow Daoist, please stop keeping us in suspense. How exactly can we borrow merit from Heaven? Please tell us plainly."
Wang Shi was speechless. His hints had been so obvious, yet these two still could not get their brains into gear.
Still, he understood their state of mind. They had actually grasped his strategy; their minds simply had not yet caught up enough to consider that aspect.