Chapter 52 Shura worship? Jiang Lin looked at King Song in front of him. King Song explained, "It's not that we are asking the Taoist priest to work for the palace, but we are offering the Taoist priest's treasured temple in the name of the palace. From now on, the palace will bear all the expenses of the Taoist priest's cultivation." "Master, you only need to pray for my elder brother, the current emperor, in your spare time." "Of course, if the Taoist priest is interested in meeting the emperor, I can also introduce him to you. However, the Taoist priest needs to show more of his abilities." King Song's words were sincere, and the conditions he offered were very generous. Jiang Lin only needs to take some time out every day, and even pretend to be nice, and he can have no worries about food and clothing, and even have the support of the palace. Even, there is a chance to meet the current emperor and gain great wealth in the world! If it was Master Wang, I think he would be eager to get such an opportunity. Monks and practitioners, after all, are still struggling in this mundane world. What's more, Fulong is also a method of spiritual practice.

It can be said that the conditions are extremely favorable and the prospects are extremely broad. All this required was for Jiang Lin to nod and show some of his skills to reassure the prince in front of him. "I'm sorry to disappoint Chitose." Jiang Lin stood up, shook his head slightly and said, "I have no interest in worldly wealth." The conditions are very generous and Jiang Lin doesn’t have to pay anything. But not to mention that the King Song in front of him might be related to the ghost fetus, even if he was not, Jiang Lin would not agree. Wealth in the world? He is a black law wizard who has received the fifth-grade talisman from the North Pole Exorcism Institute. It can be said that as long as he practices, even if he dies halfway and enters the underworld, he will be transferred to the command of Fengdu Emperor and will still be a fifth-grade Yin God. You know, in terms of the rank in heaven, the Ten Kings of Hell are only at the fourth rank. And if Jiang Lin had not died young, and had ascended to heaven one day, he would have only needed to show the talisman on his wrist, and he would have immediately become a fifth-rank celestial being. With such a prospect, immortality is no problem at all. Why bother to covet wealth and fame in the world and ruin one's own cultivation? What a mage seeks is to be upright in conduct and to enforce the law impartially. If it is tainted with human power, it will not be beautiful. "This……" King Song was a little disappointed, but he still stood up with a smile and said, "Everyone has their own aspirations, and I won't force them." "It's just that it's getting late now, I hope you can stay overnight." "Tomorrow, several Taoist priests will also come, and the Taoist priest can have some exchanges." Staying overnight? Jiang Lin was thinking in his heart. Maybe I can take the opportunity to do something tonight.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin nodded and agreed. "it is good!" King Song smiled and nodded, and ordered: "Come here, take the Taoist priest to the guest room!" "Yes." Immediately, two maids came up and escorted Jiang Lin out of the reception room. After watching Jiang Lin leave, the smile on King Song's face faded, and his eyes turned to Zhou Mei, who had been silent on the side. "My dear daughter, your father needs an explanation." King Song sat down, lowered his head to drink tea, and his tone was calm and indifferent. "Father." Zhou Mei knelt in front of King Song and said with her head down: "The mage that my daughter met at the door today seems to have found out about the palace, so... my daughter might as well take advantage of him." "Rather than waiting for him to sneak into the palace at some point, it is better to put him out in the open." "Ah." King Song nodded slightly and looked down at his daughter. Facing his daughter's pair of slanted eyes with an eerie charm, King Song tightened his grip on the teacup. "come over……" There was a hint of hoarseness in King Song's voice. "Come to your father..." "Father..." Zhou Mei crawled a few steps on her knees and came to the feet of King Song. She raised her head slightly, with an indescribable look in her eyes, which was definitely not the look of a daughter looking at her father. King Song took a deep breath. He had always known that his daughter was a woman who could greatly satisfy a man's desire to conquer her. No man could resist that feeling... Even him. "Your lover has sunk into the well." King Song suppressed the strange and unacceptable thoughts in his heart and spoke calmly. "During this period of time, you should be more obedient." Zhou Mei's body stiffened, but she nodded slightly and whispered, "Daughter knows, father, you have worked hard." "Ugh." King Song sighed and said, "In these troubled times, your father's great cause is only a little short of being accomplished. At this critical juncture, you should not provoke or even provoke a Black Law Mage." "My daughter is anxious." Zhou Mei lowered her eyes, knelt down at the feet of King Song meekly, and said, "Please punish me, father."

King Song raised his hand, wanting to touch his daughter's face, but in the end he did not drop it, and just said: "Don't provoke him again. If you want to have a lover, wait until your father accomplishes his plan. All the men in Hangzhou, the whole south, and even the whole world will be at your disposal." "Yes." Zhou Mei nodded slightly and said nothing more. She just leaned forward and lay on her father's lap. Her long black hair was loose, emitting bursts of faint fragrance. "Go down..." King Song said in a very soft voice. "My daughter is resigning." Zhou Mei stood up and left with her father's gaze. King Song did not let his daughter notice that there was a hint of regret in his eyes. But at the same time, as Zhou Mei turned around and left King Song's sight, this extremely charming woman raised a meaningful smile at the corner of her mouth. Did you hold back again? My father. You have been hiding your dirty thoughts for ten years. Do you think I am completely unaware of it? "But you can't hide for much longer." "What does your plan have to do with me?" Zhou Mei smiled, and her long nails painted with bright red cardamom slowly stroked across her cheek to her lips, leaving a trace of moisture. "Father, you let your daughter practice this method, but you asked her to refrain from touching a pure yang cultivator. Isn't that a fantasy?" A hint of scarlet flashed across Zhou Mei's eyes, which were originally black and white. It’s scary red. ………… “It’s scary.” In the guest room, Jiang Lin sat cross-legged on the bed, talking to himself as if sighing. This palace really has something special. To be precise, the two masters of the palace are something special. Zhou Meixiu's charm technique always gave Jiang Lin a familiar feeling. Jiang Lin just flipped through the inherited memory of Beidi Fa and discovered the source of that familiar feeling. "Let's not talk about where she got this method from. King Song actually allowed her to practice it. It's really..." Jiang Lin couldn't find a suitable adjective for a moment. The world is unstable now, and King Song, as a prince, cannot possibly be unaware of practitioners. But even so, Zhou Mei was still allowed to practice this method.

Jiang Lin really doubted whether Zhou Mei was really the only child of King Song. However, there is a possibility. That was King Song's tacit approval, and it was even he who asked Zhou Mei to practice this method. "That's unlikely. After all, it's..." Jiang Lin pursed his lips, recalling the inherited memories of Beidi Fa Nei. "Ashura Road..." (End of this chapter)