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Ghost Master?
Looking at the name and the fingerprint on it, Zhou Sheng could sense a pure Buddhist power, clearly indicating that the other party was a high-ranking Buddhist monk.

The little monk who delivered the message was a ghost. He traveled thousands of miles from Qingzhou to Xunyang City in Jiangzhou, but for some reason he entered the Reclining Buddha Temple, drank the porridge, and turned to ashes.

The other party was still kneeling and worshipping Buddha at the last moment, seemingly praying that the letter would be delivered to him and that his mission would be accomplished.

Their devotion is truly moving.

"Boss, is this really a letter for you? What a coincidence!"

Hongxian asked in surprise.

Zhou Sheng glanced deeply at the temple not far away, but said nothing.

"skillful?"

Yu Zhensheng shook his head and said, "Let's search outside the city; perhaps we'll make some new discoveries."

Zhou Sheng understood that his master had figured something out, so he immediately left the city with the others and searched everywhere.

Soon after, he found a corpse in a cave ten miles outside the city.

The corpse was dressed in the simplest monk's robe, patched up everywhere, especially the straw sandals on its feet, which were rotten beyond recognition and covered in blisters.

The young monk was curled up in the corner, seemingly asleep, but his body was already stiff, and his sallow face was devoid of color.

Upon seeing the corpse, Yu Zhensheng sighed softly.

"It seems I guessed right. This monk wasn't a ghost at first, but a living person."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback.

"He had no cultivation, only a devout heart. After receiving the invitation, he braved wind and rain, and traveled over mountains and valleys to come here, but he died of hunger and cold here."

"But he didn't know he was already dead. Driven by his obsession, his soul entered Xunyang City. Because of hunger, he was attracted by the aroma of Buddhist porridge and thus entered the Reclining Buddha Temple."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but conjure up a series of images in his mind.

A young monk, carrying a theatrical invitation, traveled over mountains and valleys, enduring hardships along the way. He had long since run out of money and was now relying on begging for alms to continue his journey.

When he was about ten miles from Xunyang City, he could no longer bear the exhaustion and wanted to take a short nap in the cave. He never woke up again.

Driven by his obsession with delivering the message, the soul, unaware that he had already died, finally entered Xunyang City...

Such perseverance and devotion moved Zhou Sheng deeply.

Let's give this master a proper burial.

Zhou Sheng personally dug a grave for him, buried him, and erected a wooden monument.

"I have received the invitation to the play. Please rest assured, Master, whether I go or not, you will fulfill your mission."

The other person's behavior earned his respect.

Even without any cultivation, such a temperament is enough to earn one the title of a master.

Perhaps even Buddha was moved by it, and that's how this invitation was successfully delivered to Zhou Sheng.

"Qingzhou Medicine Buddha Temple, Master Ghost..."

Yu Zhensheng recited repeatedly, stroking his beard and frowning, "Medicine Buddha Temples are found everywhere, so it's not unusual. As for the name 'Master Ghost,' I've never actually heard of such a person."

"Could it be a recently risen ghost or deity? But for it to dare send you a play invitation, it must be no ordinary person."

Upon hearing the words "Qingzhou Yaofo Temple," Zhou Sheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He must have heard it somewhere before.

After a moment's thought, he finally remembered, stretched out his hand, and a golden "pebble" floated out from his palm.

These are the relics of Master Cizhou.

The high monk who traveled the world for twenty-seven years in order to break through the sixth level once said that he came from Yaofo Temple in Qingzhou, and before his soul dissipated, he asked Zhou Sheng to send his relics back to his homeland.

He voiced his guess, and Yu Zhensheng's eyes flashed.

"The fact that a high-ranking monk who almost broke through the sixth level can emerge from this Medicine Buddha Temple shows that it has a profound foundation. In this light, it is indeed possible that it is a temple." Many temples that enshrine the Medicine Buddha are called Medicine Buddha Temples, but not all temples have a foundation in cultivation. In most temples in the world, there are no truly accomplished masters who understand cultivation.

Even in the largest Wofo Temple in Xunyang, the abbot is only at the third level of cultivation, and there are very few people in the sect with magical powers and cultivation.

"However, this person calls himself the Ghost Master, and his name sounds sinister, so we still need to be wary."

Jinse offered her opinion.

Zhou Sheng nodded and said, "I've received quite a few invitations to play these past few days, so there's plenty of room for choice. There's no rush."

Regardless of whose invitation it is, we'll have to wait until he enters the core of the Ghost Market tonight.

Those three drops of the Eight Merits Water can help him neutralize the corpse poison from the Corpse-Fixing Pearl, thereby rapidly increasing his magical power.

……

Another day has passed.

Zhou Sheng silently calculated the time. As midnight approached, the Ksitigarbha mask slowly appeared on his face, half of it showing compassion like a Buddha, and the other half showing anger like a demon.

According to the city lord, this mask is the key to entering the core of the ghost market.

"Three, two, one."

Just as he was counting down to the last moment, midnight finally arrived, and accompanied by the sound of the watchman's gong, streams of light suddenly burst forth from the Ksitigarbha mask.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Sheng felt a strange fluctuation of power, and time suddenly became incredibly slow, making everything around him seem distant.

The watchman's voice grew fainter and fainter, as if it were from another world.

Even the cicadas chirping outside the window were getting quieter and quieter.

Ripples like waves appeared in the void, then transformed into a pitch-black portal, the other side of which seemed as dark as an abyss, unfathomable.

Zhou Sheng understood that once he stepped through this door, he would be able to enter the core of the legendary Ghost Market.

He took a deep breath, his gaze hardened, and without further hesitation, stepped inside.

Although the city lord was unfathomable and it was impossible to discern what he was plotting, he wouldn't deceive me on such a matter.

Perhaps tonight, he will see many other people who have also received masks.

I wonder if the mysterious Bixia Yuanjun will still exist?

As soon as he stepped through the gate, Zhou Sheng's figure vanished, as if swallowed by the black hole, his aura disappearing into the courtyard.

Yu Zhensheng, who had already undressed and gone to bed, suddenly opened his eyes, then closed them again.

A snow-white, delicate arm slipped into his robe, its nails gently tracing circles.

Aunt Zhu's voice was full of allure.

"Your precious apprentice is gone. Tonight... are you coming to my place?"

With Hongxian and Jinse still around, there's still a bit of restraint.

Yu Zhensheng chuckled and said, "I'm a little tired after walking around all day—"

"Sigh, it seems someone's getting old, and indeed... is no longer useful."

Aunt Zhu stroked her smooth belly and said regretfully, "So many years have passed, and the little spider hasn't shown any signs of life. Perhaps Master was right back then; there's no future for humans and demons."

Yu Zhensheng sat up abruptly, his face flushed.

"Nonsense, I'm not tired at all. Hey, I just don't believe that humans and demons can't reproduce?"

"If Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen could have children, and Liu Yi and the Dragon Girl could have children, then we certainly can too!"

Aunt Zhu smiled charmingly and said, "Tonight, I'll sing a romantic opera with you."

...(End of this chapter)