Acting as a god and Buddha: starting from Guanzi

Chapter 73 Return to the Ghost City
"Holy Monk, you are here."

"Benefactor Zhao, the poor monk is here to disturb you again." Meng Yuan led the horse and followed Mr. Zhao into the mansion, saying as he walked.

After receiving Wang Kan's secret letter, he came to Yuanzhou City starry night, because he wanted to see how the children who were sent last time were doing, so he came to Zhao Mansion to take a look.

Mr. Zhao accompanied them and said: "These children are very smart. I asked two gentlemen to teach them how to read and write. Most of them can learn it."

Meng Yuan nodded slightly. These children were carefully selected by the Wang family from all over the country and had cultivation qualifications. Naturally, they would not be too stupid.

After passing through the rockery garden, we came to a hidden courtyard in the back hill. There were forty or fifty children sitting inside, holding books and following their husband as they read with their heads bouncing.

Meng Yuan was relieved when he saw that the innocence that children should have finally appeared on their faces instead of the numb and stiff expressions on the boat.

"It's really troublesome benefactor Zhao." Meng Yuan sincerely thanked Mr. Zhao beside him.

"You are welcome, holy monk. This is also to accumulate virtue for my family. May the Buddha bless my son's safety."

After some courtesies, Mr. Zhao asked someone to prepare a yard for Meng Yuan to live in. Mr. Zhao wanted to ask Meng Yuan some Buddhist teachings, but he had a lot of housework, so he was called away by the housekeeper after only a few words.

Meng Yuan sat in the courtyard, raised his hands, and the Buddha's kingdom was revealed.

I saw that in the first floor of the sky, the zombies were concentrating on their cultivation under the leadership of Pi Liuli. When they noticed someone peeping, they immediately opened their eyes to look.

In Pi Liuli's eyes, it seemed that there were two bright moons hanging high in the sky, and he was watching them, and then he bowed, "My lord, do you have any orders?"

"Well, it's okay for the time being, you guys are good at practicing." Meng Yuan only said one sentence.

There is no difference between the Buddhist kingdom and the outside world, and creatures such as zombies and yakshas are all strange things in the world, which can swallow the yin, resentment, and death energy in the world.

From Meng Yuan's point of view, this is pure cultivation. Those who devour the flesh, blood and soul of innocent creatures to supplement their own moral conduct are evil spirits and have nothing to do with their own race and birth.

"Wow, is this the practitioner's spell?" At this moment, a little fat man stuck his head out from beside Meng Yuan and called. It was Mr. Zhao's only son, Zhao Shan.

Meng Yuan had noticed him a long time ago, so he placed the Buddhist kingdom in his palm in front of Zhao Shan and asked, "What did you see?"

Hearing this, Zhao Shan remembered his father telling him to be respectful to the monk brother, so he stood up straight, and said with a serious look: "I saw that there are many layers of worlds, each world is very big, and there are still people living in it."

Meng Yuan immediately grasped his palm, and it disappeared immediately, which made Zhao Shan's eyes full of shock: "Holy Monk, have you destroyed so many worlds?"

Didn't the people in those worlds die together!
"What you see may not be true. How can I destroy the world with one hand?" Meng Yuan stretched out his hand for him to watch.

Zhao Shan scratched his head, yes, it can only be attributed to the infinite fantasy of immortal magic.

For a moment, the little fat man was full of curiosity, and he pulled Meng Yuan to ask questions, becoming a curious baby.

Until Mr. Zhao came to deliver fast food to Meng Yuan, he found that his son was curious about everything and chased the holy monk asking questions, so he kicked him out.

"Haha, this kid is so annoying, don't blame the holy monk."

Meng Yuan smiled and said: "Benefactor Zhao is being polite. I think your son has a sincere heart and a thirst for knowledge about everything. He will surely achieve success in the future."

According to Meng Yuan's previous life, this kind of person is the kind of person who is eager for knowledge and has great perseverance. He often wants to break the casserole and ask the end. In the end, he will either become an authority in a certain industry, or count stars in a mental hospital.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhao suddenly smiled. What parent doesn't want their children to become the best among people?

"Holy Monk, there have been many cultivators in Yuanzhou City recently. According to the news I have received, although most of them are casual cultivators, there are also some with big backgrounds. Please be careful."

"Well, thank you, donor Zhao, for reminding me."

As night fell, there were even more people on the street.

Wang Ying and Shi Qianqian were mixed in the crowd, waiting for the ghost market to open. Behind them followed a figure, wrapped in a cloak, and his aura was as restrained as that of ordinary people.

"Ancestor, I will trouble you to stay outside the ghost market for a while." Wang Ying said respectfully to the figure behind him.

"Don't worry, I can feel the aura of some old guys, but then you have to keep an eye on it, and don't let others get the foundation-building method."

"Don't worry, Patriarch."

They never thought of spending their own money to buy their own secret methods, but planned to prevent others from getting them, and when the black market was closed, the ancestors would take action to catch those wood masters and ask the people behind the scenes.

Although you can do it in the black market, the Wang family is also worried about getting involved in the terrorist existence behind the black market. After all, if the Jindan realm accidentally smashes people's houses, will they be hanged in the black market? In a black market shop?

Therefore, these guys who had no intention of spending money to buy them all tacitly stayed outside the black market.

Suddenly, the street in front seemed to be distorted, and many shops suddenly appeared. When the time came, a ghost market appeared.

woohoo!

At this moment, a group of black-armored ghost soldiers dressed in dark armor with only two eyes of will-o'-the-wisps lined up, standing at the junction of the ghost city and the human world.

"Huh? Why would the ghost market put on such a battle?" Someone asked curiously when they came here for the first time.

There are three ghost markets in Dayan Kingdom, but this kind of situation has never happened in the other two ghost markets?
Everyone carefully passed through the open space guarded by those ghost soldiers, and they didn't seem to mind these people passing by.

Each of those ghost soldiers had a strong aura and had a foundation-building level of cultivation, which made most people tremble with fear.

Wang Ying and Shi Qianqian were a little strange after entering side by side, until they heard someone beside them carefully explain:
"Hey, a few days ago, someone stole two treasures from the ghost market. They tried twice in a row but failed to catch them. This made many people's hearts flutter, but those guys stayed there forever. In the ghost market.”

Dare to steal things from Ghost City and haven't been caught yet?

Everyone is a little curious about who did it. If they know his name, it will definitely make a big fuss. Of course, the result will definitely be hung up in the shop as an exhibit by the ghost market.

This ghost market belongs to the Great Lord Desolate Bones, and Meng Yuanke offended him quite a lot last time, so after seeing the ghost soldiers at the door, he never thought of walking through the main entrance.

Immediately, I rode on the dark horse, and after running two steps on the street, there was a feeling of peeling from all directions. The houses on the street became lighter and lighter, but another barren and dark scene gradually became clear.

Not long after, Meng Yuan came under the dark sky again.

But what made him happy was that he actually felt a faint power of faith!
He once made great wishes for the hundreds of thousands of dead souls in the river of forgetfulness, and he also preached scriptures, after all, he planted the seeds in this land of the dead.

However, it can be judged from this that he should still be in the land of Youchuan, quite some distance away from the ghost market, so he patted his horse and went in one direction.

(End of this chapter)