The wind is clear and the clouds are clear.

Bright.

Xianlou.

The few dissolute gentlemen were laughing and joking.

I saw a monk wearing loose robes approaching.

A handsome young man holding a wine bottle laughed and said, "Brother, have you ever seen those powerful princes?"

"I've definitely gone to see him. Brother Yu has never fallen behind in these hundreds of years, but those who are granted the title of marquis or prime minister are never in Brother Yu's eyes."

Another young man in a long gown shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I won't succeed this time, so I feel depressed."

"That's not necessarily the case this time. I heard that a monk who has become a holy prince has appeared."

"oh?"

"Isn't that the same as the Celestial Race 1,300 years ago..."

"Let me tell you, Brother Yu, you'd better join the court." The upright monk among them sighed.

The young man surnamed Yu, wearing a loose robe, said calmly: "When I come back this time, I will take away my baggage and say goodbye to you all!"

"Brother Yu is leaving?"

"Why leave?"

"We enjoy the salary from the imperial court, but the size of the royal city can't be improved. The third step of cultivation is not only unparalleled in the world, it is also considered a backbone. Do we have to be that staff? Even if the other party is a powerful person, when he first opened the prince's mansion, he will be penniless.

, If Brother Yu goes away, won’t he also suffer along with him?”

"No need to bother you."

The monk surnamed Yu packed up his bedding and some small items, bundled them into a bundle and carried them on his shoulders. He cupped his hands and said, "Brothers, see you later!"

"Leaving?"

"Really gone?"

"He is the most arrogant."

Everyone was in a daze for a while, as if they didn't expect this person to leave Xianlou.

The monk surnamed Yu walked along the long street, facing the sun.

There was also confusion and uneasiness about the future in his eyes, which was replaced by gradually firmness.

It is good to stay in the royal city. Even if they do nothing, the royal city will allocate their salary, not to mention that someone with such a level of cultivation can rule a place even if they enter the court and become an official. But...

The monk surnamed Yu opened his palms.

He muttered: "Cultivation of miraculous arts, magical powers, moving stars to change battles: observing the sky, checking the terrain, dragons and snakes rising from the land..."

…

Wu Rong, who has been stabilizing his Taoism in the mansion for the time being, welcomes a special guest.

The person who came was a monk.

The monk wears a simple robe.

Wu Rong motioned for the eminent monk to take a seat, then frowned, turned the lid of the steaming tea bowl, and said in a long voice: "What do you mean?"

Inside the banner.

Tu Shanjun recognized the other person. This was the master who led the young novices to walk in the forbidden land. However, he did not take action until the end, and even provided help to them.

"Master Ruzang."

"The poor monk came to the underworld to find someone."

Wu Rong asked in surprise: "He is dead?"

"Dead."

Wu Rong rubbed his fingers and said: "Master has made the wrong mistake. There are roughly three directions for souls that enter the underworld."

"The first step is to transform into a ghost clan and continue practicing, which is called ghost cultivation. The second step is to stay in the royal city and earn enough spiritual stones to be reincarnated, or not to be reincarnated and stay there."

"Three: Reincarnate directly under the arrangement of the royal city."

"These are the three general destinations of the soul,"

"Others may lose their souls and pass away as true spirits, or they may become lonely ghosts in the domain and be captured by the Aragami..."

"No matter which one it is, Master should not be able to find me here."

Ruzang looked at Wu Rong with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "I heard that the Marquis has a treasure in his hand that can detect the life and death of living beings."

Wu Rong's expression changed drastically.

Even his handsome face looks a little more ferocious.

Hehe smiled and said: "Where did the master know?"

Since ancient times, only tools and names cannot be faked by others.

The Book of Life and Death is such an important weapon.

Could it be that this monk just wanted to check it out?

Wu Rong was considered well behaved by not falling out on the spot.

"Amitabha."

Seeing that Ruzang had no intention of saying anything, Wu Rong originally planned to see the guest off.

"Let him borrow it for a look."

"Master?"

"He also helped me in the forbidden land back then."

After hearing what the master said, Wu Rong's expression softened and he smiled and said, "So that's it."

"But... Master, the Book of Life and Death is an important weapon."

"We can't let people see the truth."

Wu Rong raised his aquiline nose and glanced at Ruzang with a gloomy gaze: "He is also the Buddhist son of Xitian. I don't care which lineage he comes from, he is a representative of Buddhism after all. Don't those Bodhisattvas and Buddhas have the ability to find a

Dead man, do you have to let him find us?"

"Of course I know that Master is always willing to take revenge, but we have to be on guard against it."

He doesn't believe in Taoism or Buddhism.

Listening to his apprentice's sincere persuasion, Tu Shanjun did not continue to say anything.

When it comes to big things, you can't act on impulse. You can only look for other opportunities to make up for it.

Ruzang saw that Wu Rong was hesitant, and saluted the Buddha with one hand and said: "If fellow Taoist is willing to lend the precious treasure to a poor monk, the poor monk is willing to serve fellow Taoist for a period of time."

Wu Rong's eyes suddenly burst out with two rays of light.

This is a famous Buddhist disciple in the West, and serving him for a period of time is enough for him to stand firm in the underworld.

Under such conditions, there is no reason to refuse.

He spoke with a bit of enthusiasm: "Master, it turns out that we have an old relationship, so it doesn't hurt to borrow the Great Book of Life and Death."

As he spoke, he spread out his palms, and a large scroll appeared in Wu Rong's hands, and asked: "Do you have birth dates and personal belongings?"

"have."

Wu Rongnian Jue, who controls the book of life and death: "Emergency is like a law!"

The book of life and death is opened.

There is no drawing on the long blank scroll for a long time.

"What's going on?"

Wu Rong was surprised and cast the spell again, but still couldn't get it to work. He hurriedly sent a message to the soul-returning banner to ask his master, Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun let out a long hiss and said, "I'll give it a try."

Wu Rong opened his palm, and the soul flag appeared in his hand, turning into Zhang Xu at the moment when the mana was transferred.

The green iron flag hangs down, and thousands of evil spirits are steaming.

A tall figure stepped through the mist to reveal his figure.

Red hair on the top corner.

His eyes were like dark abyss.

It was as if a demon god had stepped out and patrolled his own demon world.

Ruzang stood up, cupped his hands and saluted, saying, "It's been a long time since we said goodbye. May you be well, senior."

"The master's style remains the same."
To be continued...