"They're dead."
Tan Wenbin flicked his palm, the folded booklet snapped open, went "tat-tat-tat" as it hit the floor, and didn't stop there—kept unrolling forward, stretching longer and longer.
The recitation went on all the way until dusk before it finally ended.
There were a lot of rules, and very detailed ones too. Even though Tan Wenbin had compiled them himself, Lin Shuyou's wisdom was distilled throughout.
Still, as long as the overall redistribution of Merit got bigger, these Yin Gods didn't care that the rules were multiplying.
On top of that, after finishing the rules, Tan Wenbin added a "vision for the future" segment.
He wasn't shooting blanks or randomly painting pretty pictures. Every Yin God present had existed for a long time; they all understood that, if things continued to develop under this new model and no external force suddenly came in to smash it, then the next few decades would be a booming period for the Official General Head Temple.
