Zhao Chu's palms were full of beads of sweat. He kept swallowing saliva, but he couldn't cover up the severe pain in his throat.

Boom!

Boom!

Zhao Chu's heart was beating wildly. There seemed to be a demon in his mind. Even the virtual space was buzzing and trembling. He couldn't wait to collect these tens of thousands of chalcedony.

Tangled!

Zhao Chu's thoughts were tangled up like never before.

take!

Still don’t take it!

When I promised You Yiyu that I would come to pay homage to the deceased in the Ten Palaces of Demon Palace on his behalf, I didn't mention the chalcedony of creation at all.

It stands to reason that the dead are most important, especially things like spiritual bodies. If there is no consent, it is simply blasphemy to the dead. Not to mention in this world, even in the previous life of the earth, this is extremely immoral behavior.

To put it bluntly, stealing someone else's spiritual tablet is the same as digging into their ancestral grave.

If he refused to take it, Zhao Chu would not be reconciled.

No!

Not only Zhao Chu, but even an individual would be greedy when faced with so many chalcedony.

For half an hour, Zhao Chu remained motionless, struggling in place.

He was gritting his teeth, and there were even veins bulging on his face.

Zhao Chu is struggling with his greed, and Zhao Chu may fall every second.

"As a man, I should keep my word."

"I agreed to You Yiyu originally, and I just came to pay homage to my ancestors. If I desecrate the spiritual place now, my conscience will not be able to bear it!"

"Forget it, I have received so many benefits from the Ten Demonic Palaces along the way. I have endured countless life and death crises only by relying on the magical powers of the Ten Demonic Palaces. Taking the benefits of others and then digging into their ancestral graves is simply a pig.

Not as good as that!”

Zhao Chu shook his head hard.

After struggling thousands of times, he has made a decision.

give up!

That's right, a spiritual throne is a spiritual throne, not wealth. Zhao Chu decided to give up these tens of thousands of pieces of chalcedony.

A gentleman loves money and gets it wisely, but he cannot be so inhumane.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Chu walked to the side of the coffin.

"Seniors and juniors, I have come to worship you on behalf of You Yiyu. I did not intend to offend you, but your spiritual thrones are covered with dust. Today, I will sweep the dust for you!"

Zhao Chu cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

Then, he took out a duster and began to carefully sweep the dust on each spiritual tablet.

After defeating the greed in his heart, Zhao Chu felt calm.

The chalcedony of creation that made him almost drool before is now the spiritual tablet that carries the honor and disgrace of the monk's life. No one can offend it.

…

Zhao Chu was working hard to sweep the dust, but he did not notice that in the dark depths, an old man in gray robe was crossing his legs and closing his eyes.

"You have some conscience. If you dare to touch a spiritual tablet, you will definitely die, regardless of whether you are the descendant of senior brother or not!"

"I didn't expect that my senior brother's successor has finally arrived!"

The old man raised his eyelids, and his eyes were indescribably bright.

…
Chapter completed!