"Dare you ask the True Lord Yanghua, what have we made wrong?"

Pei Ye glanced at Yang Jingzhenjun, who looked like "You are casual, I didn't hear anything."

"You did it all from beginning to end!" She was relieved, and supported the low table in front of her with her right hand, stood up lazily, and stood up straight, looked at the sect leader, and asked with a smile, "First, can you ask if the demons and ghosts suppressed in the Demon Suppression Tower were all captured by disciples of He Zong and He Sect?"

The monk said, "It's Lingji Sect."

"Why suppress it?"

The monk did not understand why Pei Ye asked this, but he still replied: "Some of them are difficult to kill, some are agreed upon by humans, demons and demons, and some are demons and monsters. There is room for correction. It is not advisable to kill them all, so they suppress the demon-suppressing tower."

Pei Ye smiled and looked around: "You also know that these were captured by the disciples of Lingji Sect. How much contribution do you all here contribute? Even if you send them, you will encounter monsters and ghosts that are tricky and have nowhere to be placed, so Lingji Sect is the sucker."

Have you paid the custody fee for so many years?

The monk said: "Yanghua True Lord is a rude word!"

Pei Ye: “…”

Are these immortal cultivators so poor in scolding?

Zhenjun Yang Jing came and went "shameless" and "shamed and shameless", and this monk went over and over again and again "stubbornly verbalized".

After complaining, Pei Ye asked the second question: "Who built the Demon-Suppressing Tower?"

"Of course it's still Lingji Sect, what's the problem?"

Pei Ye asked back: "You know it was built by Ling Jizong. How much contribution do you all here contribute? Did you lick the bricks or add tiles?"

The monk was choked again, and this time he even opened his eyes slightly.

His lips moved, and he didn't say "stubbornly", but he wanted to say it according to his expression.

Pei Ye asked the third question again: "Who has guarded and strengthened the seal of the Demon-Suppressing Tower in recent years?"

The monk had already come back to his senses and said reluctantly: "It's still Lingji Sect."

Pei Ye smiled and applauded him: "This sect leader has a good foundation, and all the answers are correct, but unfortunately there is no reward. So I dare to ask, how much do you all contribute? The Demon Suppression Tower arranges patrols and inspections every day, and draws at least 20% of the combat power of Lingji Sect. Although they all have rotations, you care about their damage near the Demon Suppression Tower, which is full of demonic energy and demonic energy all year round? Do you care about the manpower that Lingji Sect has lost for this? Every twenty years, the seal will be re-strengthened, which will consume manpower, financial resources and material resources. "

She brushed her fingers through the Qiankun bag and took out a thick scroll.

With a trembling wrist, the scroll rolled lightly and far away.

Everyone stretched their necks slightly and looked carefully. They were filled with various rare materials, talismans, magic tools, and elixirs...

The whole scroll is!

"This is the cost of strengthening the Demon-Suppressing Tower. This does not count how many Golden Pill Stage and Nascent Soul Stage monks will spend on their spiritual power in each time..." Pei Ye stood straight with a corner of the scroll in his hand, and his speech was even more powerful. Those who were swept by her eyes subconsciously avoided it, "Do you have any subsidies for every cent? If there is, you can stand up."

The monk couldn't help but say, "What does these... have to do with what we are talking about today?"

"It's of course." Pei Ye slowly rolled up the scroll and smiled slightly, but his smile floated on the surface. "To put it bluntly, this is Lingji Sect's own business. You can pay attention to it, but you can't interfere. If each sect can help, Lingji Sect will be grateful, but it's better to take the opportunity to interfere in other sects and make mistakes. After all, you have no position and no qualifications."

The sect leader sat down with a dark face, and another monk slapped the table angrily: "I have always heard that the true king of Yanghua is taciturn but is an open-minded and honest gentleman. I didn't expect that he was also a sharp-tongued rapper, an authentic fake villain! He is such a good way to steal the sky and change the sun, and he wants to cover up the obvious. Do you think that if you say this, you can shirk it and pick the Lingji Sect completely? I tell you, you fart!"

Everyone was shocked by the harsh monk.

It's amazing, I was forced to swear.

Pei Ye smiled elegantly and didn't get angry: "I have seen your state of mind."

"What is our mood? We don't need to judge the True Lord Yanghua."

Pei Ye's eyes were calm and he asked lightly: "The Demon Suppression Tower has never been a responsibility that Lingji Sect should bear. I dare to ask everyone present, who would like to put such a thing that may have problems at any time in the hinterland of his own sect? At the beginning of the establishment of the Demon Suppression Tower, many monks in the world - among them your ancestors - praised the sect leader of Lingji Sect for being noble, doing what predecessors dared to do, and voluntarily sacrificed and paid for the peace of the cultivation world. He could still make a word of gratitude in the world. Now Lingji Sect himself has suffered heavy casualties because of the Demon Suppression Tower. You don't ask the reason, do not investigate, or understand, and keep silent and ask for accountability. Is it okay for us to owe you?"

Everyone's faces were different.

Then, Zhenjun Yang Jing said: "Several years ago, the seal of the Demon-Suppressing Tower was unstable. At that time, Lingji Sect did not accept it. The head of the sect was worried and proposed to set up another place at the meetings of each sect, and each sect would work to guard and suppress it... Do you still remember the result?"

The result is that each sect shirks responsibility, and no one wants to take over this hot potato.

Even if everyone is going to join the group together, they are not willing to do so.

No one is a fool, and everyone knows that this matter is thankless and unprofitable. Who is willing to take over?

Ling Jizong could only swallow the bitter fruit alone and continued to defend for many years, but also had to take various temptations and suppression risks from outside forces.

Seeing that everyone's face was unhappy, Pei Ye smiled and said, "Junior Sister Yangxiao, this is the old calendar from many years ago. Is it good not to talk about it?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing understood it: "Okay, this matter is an old calendar, so let's not talk about it for now. Then let's talk about something that is not too old. The Battle of Tufang Valley ended, how many sects here took advantage of the weakness of Lingji Sect? At that time, have you ever thought about the Demon-Suppressing Tower?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces became extremely ugly.

Pei Ye smiled again and said, "Junior Sister Yangxiao, I won't talk about these unlucky things on such a good day, right?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing also sneered.

"Indeed, bad luck."

The two sang and reconciled, and they had a full understanding.

True Lord Yutan sat aside and ate the melons throughout the journey, but was so shocked that he threw away the melons in his hand.

He never dreamed that the sixteen-year-old Senior Brother Bao was so skillful, no wonder he could get angry with Brother Yang Jing but could not do anything to her. Yutan Zhenjun suddenly slapped his forehead, regretting that he didn't use the talisman to record this scene.

He was mentally prepared to be held accountable by everyone, but the two "senior brothers" completely turned the tables.

666~~~

True Lord Yutan brewed a cup of tea for Pei Ye.

"Senior Brother Bao, I'll give you a cup."
Chapter completed!