dead child, ghost carrying coffin

"Oh, Master Ge told you that I'm going back to the mountain?"

Hua Jiu's unheard words were thoughtful.

Nowadays, at the end of the era, it is not easy for any "immortal" to show his holiness, even if he is as strong as a celestial master.

No matter how much Old Immortal Master Ge Hong doted on him, he would not "show off his holiness" regardless of the cost just because he went back to the mountain to worship...

Just thinking about it, everyone has arrived at Luofu Mountain under the leadership of two fairies.

Through their introduction, Hua Jiunan knew that Luofu Mountain had been "divided into two".

Among them, the south of the mountains and the north of the water, that is, the yang side, is the Taoist temple of the Celestial Master;

And the north of the mountains and the south of the water, that is, the yin side, belong to the southern ghosts and creatures.

On weekdays, the Southern Ghost Emperor thought of Master Ge Hong's fame, and would send a large number of Yin soldiers to patrol the mountain and guard the mansion on his behalf to prevent "people" from entering by mistake.

But for some reason, since three days ago, not only have no Yin soldiers come to patrol, even the gates of ghosts have been closed.

It's as if... as if the southern ghosts disappeared collectively overnight...

How could this be...Hua Jiu was taken aback by the words, and then was shocked.

"Blue stones, green bamboos, I would like to ask you: the gate of hell is closed, so the souls of the dead in the past three days will not be extradited?!"

"But why didn't I see the mixed yin and yang after I came?!"

"This..." The two fairy boys obviously couldn't answer Hua Jiu's difficult question.

Because they are just corpses, and even the lowest existence among corpses.

Only by relying on the protection of the Heavenly Master Dojo can he "live forever".

He didn't dare to leave Luofu Mountain for half a step, and he didn't even dare to wake up easily...

Hua Jiunan's concern is chaotic, Wang Shushan said after a little thought.

"Junior Brother, don't worry."

"Although the ghost gate has not been opened for three days, the newly mourned souls will be temporarily settled by Lord Chenghuang."

"There shouldn't be any impact in a short time!"

Hua Jiu couldn't hear the words, and then came to a sudden:

According to the division of regions, this place should be under the rule of "Zhongyong Gong Su Jian (Note 1)".

With this Lord Chenghuang in the middle to dispatch, I really don't have to worry about it myself.

With just a few words, all the "people" have arrived at Luofu Mountain.

Ge Tianshi dojo is not as magnificent as imagined.

There are only three huts and a bamboo forest.

The stream in front of the bamboo forest is gurgling, and there are many fishes playing in it.

After placing incense, flowers, lamps, water, and fruits, Hua Jiunan went to the hut to bathe and change clothes to worship his master.

But at this time, it was discovered that the entire dojo didn't even have Ge Hong's memorial tablet.

Seeing Hua Jiunan's displeasure, the two fairies hurriedly opened their mouths to explain.

"Also ask the young master to calm down."

"The absence of tablets is not because we two are lazy and tired, but because the Elder Master once said that future generations do not need to worship him when he ascended."

"If you have the heart, cultivating the Dao well and benefiting one party is the greatest reward for him,"

Hua Jiu couldn't hear the words, and he respected him even more in his heart, a teacher he had never met.

This is what a true cultivator should look like!

Ascension and ascension, the hearts of the people; there is no need to worship me, if you worship the people of Li.

Thinking in his heart, Hua Jiunan respectfully burned incense and saluted, and went to the bamboo forest to fetch a piece of fresh bamboo.

The emperor's blood tripped the cinnabar, and using his finger as a brush, he wrote on it "the immortal throne of the master Ge Hong" and "the disciple Hua Jiunan pays homage to him" in twelve large characters.

After the pen was completed, Hua Jiunan led everyone to kneel down and salute.

Only Wang Shushan is a disciple of Confucius, so he can only give a long bow to show respect.

Since everyone lowered their heads, they didn't see an old man with a childlike face slowly descending from the sky and landed in front of the tablet.

He smiled at Hua Jiunan for a moment, said something to Qingshi and Cuizhu, and then slowly disappeared.

The two fairy boys didn't dare to say anything, they just kowtowed their heads lower.

He kept repeating in his mouth, "Little boy, please follow the orders of the Elder Master, and the Elder Master is merciful."

After all the etiquette, Hua Jiunan wanted to say goodbye and leave.

After all, there were so many and urgent things going on right now, he didn't dare to delay for a moment.

But before he opened his mouth, he heard Qingshi speak happily.

"Young master, just now the great master ordered: You will inherit all the mantle he left here, and you can take it away with you."

"Take them away together?!" Hua Jiu looked at the three huts in a dilemma.

Although these are all fairy artifacts, how can I bring them with me? !

You can't hire a moving company...

Just as he was hesitating, Cuizhu, another fairy boy, couldn't wait to pull Hua Jiunan into the hut.

"Little master, all the treasures that the great master left for you are in the house, so I will take you to check them out!"

As for the others, Qingshi stopped them outside.

Inside is the secret of the teacher's sect, so of course it cannot be easily revealed to others.

After Hua Jiunan entered the hut, his first feeling was shock, and then ecstasy.

Even with the state of mind of the crown prince, there is only one thought frantically flashing in his mind:

Baby, it's all baby!I am no longer "poor"!

No need to envy Liao Ping anymore! !

The third uncle and his elders don't have to "sell blood" anymore! ! !

It's great to have a teacher pampering...

Note 1, City God Su Yan.

Su Jian, styled Xuanfu, was born in Jinjiang, Quanzhou (now Fujian) in the Northern Song Dynasty.

In the fourth year of Song Xining, because Dayue State (now northern Vietnam, known as "Jiaozhi" in history) repeatedly invaded the border of the Song Dynasty, the court sent Su Yan as the envoy of the imperial city.

After holding on for 42 days, it finally fell due to the lack of foreign aid and the shortage of food and springs.

Su Yan led his family to die for the country by jumping into a pit full of burning objects.

Song Renzong expressed deep condolences to Su Jian's martyrdom, and posthumously awarded him the posthumous posthumous title of Zhongyong.