The Record of Righteousness

The White Lotus Sect discussed internally for a night, and invited Heba Yue the next day.

Because Yang Shixiang was seriously injured by Wan Qing, although his life was saved, he became a complete cripple.

Every day he could only lie on the bed sickly, and the silver needles on his back were embedded in his body, torturing his body and mind all the time.

Even his daily life and meals required servants to serve him.

Yang Shixiang himself became a cripple. The once proud son of Taishan Sect now needed servants to serve him even when he was peeing and pooping.

He could not accept the reality at all for a while, and his two senior sisters and a junior brother were killed. He was so discouraged that he lost his appetite for several days and wanted to starve to death.

Heba Yue personally persuaded him for a long time, but Yang Shixiang was stubborn and could not listen at all. He was only determined to die.

Heba Yue, who was at a loss, could only vent his anger on those servants and threatened to order them all to be beheaded.

Although Yang Shixiang had always been arrogant, he was kind-hearted after all. He didn't want a useless person like him to implicate those innocent lives, so he had to obey and barely survive.

But Heba Yue's face was haggard and thin.

He had been working hard for many affairs in the sect for a long time, and several of his disciples had died. At first glance, he looked like a poor old man in his twilight years.

Since the Saint and Heba Yue took over Shandong, they had been in constant conflict and their relationship was very tense.

In addition, Ming Ting continued to send troops to the important towns on the edge of Shandong, and the pressure on the two of them increased sharply.

In addition, the White Lotus Sect's own strength increased sharply, and it had gradually escaped from Heba Yue's control, so Heba Yue couldn't take tough measures anymore.

In the past two months, the two had never had a real and sincere conversation.

Today, the Saint specially invited Heba Yue to discuss military affairs, and the latter also wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate his previous views.

The Saint ordered the servants to brew a pot of tea and placed it in front of Heba Yue. She held a teacup across her chest and said with a smile:

"Master He, this is the Pu'er tea that I specially ordered people to transport from the border of Yunnan. Please taste it."

"After drinking this cup of tea today, the past grudges will be wiped out."

"You and I should work together to resist Ming Ting and create a great cause together."

Facing Ming Ting's step-by-step pressure, Heba Yue also knew that if he did not join forces in time, he would be defeated by Ming Ting one by one.

Taking this opportunity to laugh away the grudges, and the Saint took the initiative to give way, it would be best to give way.

"I have long had this intention to fight against Ming Ting, please."

Heba Yue made a gesture of invitation, and then without any extra hesitation, he picked up the teacup and drank it all.

The saint's snow-white hair fell down her shoulders, her beautiful eyes moved lightly, and she drank the teacup in her hand with a smile.

Heba Yue put down the teacup and said straight to the point:

"The Kun River has burst its banks for a long time, and people and animals have been poisoned. The grain-producing Qingzhou has turned into a water town."

"I don't know if your sect has any surplus food and grass. My Taishan Sect still has some surplus food and grass, which can be used to provide some relief."

The saint said with great sorrow:

"To be honest with Master He, there is a shortage of food and grass in the sect now. It can only last for half a month. After this half month, I am afraid..."

Heba Yue was generous and said:

"If your sect is in urgent need, I can send 20,000 stones of food and grass tomorrow."

"After the soldiers have had a full meal, I will send disciples from the sect to help fight, and we will fight out of Shandong and make a living together."

Now that the White Lotus Sect is powerful, the saint's status has risen, and Heba Yue's address to her is different from the past, using a respectful title.

The saint was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect that Shandong had been hit by natural disasters and man-made disasters for years, but this old man could still promise 20,000 stones of grain and grass with a wave of his hand!

It seems that these 20,000 stones of grain and grass are just a drop in the bucket for Taishan Sect. This Taishan Sect is even richer than I imagined, which is just right to solve the urgent needs of my Divine Sect!

Thinking so in her heart, she just frowned on the surface and snorted coldly:

"I sincerely invite Master He to come to discuss military affairs today, why is the master so insincere?"

Heba Yue didn't expect this woman to change her face faster than turning a book.

His thin face, like a knife, was obviously startled for a moment, then it tensed up, squinted his eyes, and asked in a deep voice:

"I don't know what the saint means? Twenty thousand stones of grain and grass is not a small amount."

The saint laughed,

"The Shandong Taishan Sect was founded by the original Taoist Dong Ling, and has been in operation for two hundred years. The money, grain, and land accumulation are rich enough to rival a country."

"Master He now only took out 20,000 stones of grain and grass to fool me. No matter how you look at it, he has no sincerity!"

Heba Yue suppressed his anger and said coldly:

"How much does the saint want?"

The saint laughed wildly for several times, and actually tore her face and said:

"How much do you want? Hahahaha, good question."

"I see that you, an old thing, will not live for a few years. It is better to entrust your sect to me, and the money and grain and other things will be added to the Divine Religion. It is also a good deed!"

It turns out that this bitch invited me here today just to tease me!

Heba Yue could no longer bear it, slammed the table, pointed at the saint's nose, and shouted:

"You are a dreamy thief!"

"Back then, you were just a remnant of the Southern Demon Sect who drifted to Shandong. If I hadn't taken you in out of kindness, you would have been killed by the upright martial artists!"

"Over the years, I have supported your White Lotus Sect to become bigger and stronger, but now you are an ungrateful person and want to swallow up my sect. You are greedy and want to swallow an elephant."

"Don't be ungrateful!"

The saintly lady stood up with her eyes blazing with fire, slamming the table and gritting her teeth: