"Oh, Master Ge Xian told you that I am going back to the mountain?"
Hua Jiunan looked thoughtful after hearing the words.
In today's era of law-ending, it is not easy for any "immortal" to become a saint, even if he is as powerful as a heavenly master.
No matter how much the old Immortal Master Ge Hong doted on him, he would not "show himself" at any cost just because he went back to the mountain to worship...
While they were thinking about it, everyone had already arrived at Luofu Mountain under the leadership of two fairy boys.
Through their introduction, Hua Jiunan knew that Luofu Mountain had now been "divided into two."
Among them, the mountain to the south and the water to the north, that is, the Yang side, is the Celestial Master's Taoist Temple;
The mountain to the north and the water to the south, that is, the yin side, belong to the ghosts in the south.
On weekdays, the Southern Ghost Emperor, mindful of Immortal Master Ge Hong's fame, would send a large number of Yin soldiers to patrol the mountains 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, but even the gates of hell have been closed.
It's as if...as if all the ghosts in the south disappeared overnight...
How could this be so... Hua Jiunan was stunned for a moment, and then was shocked.
"Blue stone, green bamboo, I want to ask you: the gate of hell is closed, so wouldn't there be no one to extradite the souls of the dead in these three days?!"
"But why didn't I see the mixing of yin and yang after I came?!"
"This..." The two fairy boys obviously couldn't answer Hua Jiu's question.
Because they are just Corpse Execution Immortals, or even the lowest level among the Corpse Execution Immortals.
Only by relying on the protection of Tianshi Dojo, can he "live forever" to this day.
I don't dare to leave Luofu Mountain easily, I don't even dare to wake up easily...
Hua Jiu was in trouble if he cared about her. Wang Shushan thought for a while and said.
"Junior brother, don't worry."
"Although the gate of hell has not been opened for three days, the newly deceased souls have their own temporary accommodation with the Lord City God."
"It shouldn't have any impact in the short term!"
Hua Jiu could not help but suddenly realized:
According to the regional division, this place should be under the rule of "Zhongyong Gong Su Yan (Note 1)".
With this Lord City God taking care of things, I really don’t have to worry about it myself.
In just a few words, all the "people" had arrived at Luofu Mountain.
Ge Tianshi's dojo was not as magnificent as imagined.
There are only three huts and a bamboo forest.
In front of the bamboo forest, there is a gurgling stream with many fish 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 then they discovered that there was not even a tablet for Ge Hong in the entire dojo.
Seeing Hua Jiunan's unhappy expression, the two fairy boys hurriedly explained.
"Please, young master, please calm down."
"The lack of a tablet is not because we two are lazy and tired, but because the great master once said that future generations do not need to worship him when he ascended."
"If you are serious, cultivating Taoism and benefiting others will be the greatest reward for you."
Hua Jiu couldn't help but respect this teacher whom he had never met before.
This is what a true cultivator should look like!
When I become a feather and fly up, I have all the people in my heart. You don't have to worship me, but you can worship the people.
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 was bound to the cinnabar, and using his finger as a pen, he wrote on it the twelve characters "Master Ge Hong's immortal position" and "Disciple Hua Jiunan worships".
After the pen was completed, Hua Jiunan led everyone to kneel down and salute.
Only Wang Shushan was a disciple of Confucius, so he could only bow long to show respect.
Since everyone had their heads lowered, they did not see an old man with a childlike face slowly descend from the sky and land 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 did not dare to say anything, but just kowtowed their heads lower.
He kept repeating, "The little boy will obey the instructions of the elder. The elder is merciful."
After all the etiquette, Hua Jiunan wanted to say goodbye and leave.
After all, there were many and urgent things going on right now, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment.
But before he opened his mouth, he heard Qingshi talking happily.
"Young master, the eldest master just told you that you will inherit all the mantles he left behind, and you can take them with you."
"Take them away together?!" Hua Jiunan looked at the three huts in trouble.
Although these are all artifacts from the Immortal Family, how can I bring them with me? !
You can't hire a moving company...
Just as he was hesitating, another fairy boy, Cuizhu, couldn't wait to pull Hua Jiunan towards the hut.
"Little master, the treasures that the elder has left for you are all in the house. I will take you to check them out now!"
As for the others, they were blocked by Qingshi.
It is a secret of the master's sect, and of course it cannot be revealed to others easily.
After Hua Jiunan entered the hut, his first feeling was shock, and then he was ecstatic.
Even with the mentality of a prince, only one thought flashed crazily in his mind:
Babies, all babies! I am no longer "poor"!
No need to envy Liao Ping anymore! !
Third Uncle, he no longer has to "sell blood"! ! !
It’s great to be pampered by a master...
Note 1: City God Su Mian.
Su Jin, courtesy name Xuanfu, was born in Jinjiang, Quanzhou (now Fujian) in the Northern Song Dynasty.
In the fourth year of Xining in the Song Dynasty, because Dayue Kingdom (now northern Vietnam, known as "Jiaozhi" in history) repeatedly violated the Song Dynasty's border, the imperial court sent Su Yan as the imperial envoy.
After holding on for 42 days, it finally fell because foreign aid failed to arrive and the food and springs dried up.
Su Yan and his family jumped into a pit filled with burning objects and died for their country.
Song Renzong expressed deep condolences for Su Jin's death, and posthumously awarded him the posthumous title of Zhongyong, the Military Envoy of the Fengguo Army.
