I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled.

Yang Zhao raised his head blankly, his face cold.

Outside the shade of the trees, there were already a large number of unknown things coming by smell. They were colorless and odorless, invisible and intangible, but Yang Zhao knew they were there.

They gathered more and more, gathering wider and wider, overlapping and squeezing each other. In a short time, they submerged the entire Nanshan Mountain and surged rapidly to the surrounding areas.

They squeezed and shouted outside the ginkgo tree, but no one could get in, as if they had encountered an iron wall.

Yang Zhao wiped away the slightly wet tears on his face, patted the dirt off his body, and straightened his clothes.

She strode to the ginkgo tree and bowed deeply.

"I visited Yang Zhao in Yunyang and met Master Gongsun."

Two teardrops fell down and turned into two small puddles.

Regardless of their age and cultivation level, the Taoist trees in Yunyang Temple are all called "Uncle Master". This is a kind of inheritance since ancient times.

But who would have expected that after just one sentence, the leaves of the big ginkgo rustled, and the brilliant brilliance came out through the leaves, rising and shrinking like breathing, and then the light skyrocketed and reached the sky.

The endless layers of nameless objects were directly shattered and scattered by this light, flying and scattering in all directions. A silent heavy snow fell between the sky and the earth, and disappeared in an instant, just like spring snow encountering sunlight.

A scent lingers throughout the world, unfamiliar yet refreshing.

"Master..."

Yang Zhao remained silent and silently accepted Fuyao as the abbot, and asked Uncle Gongsun Yan for a piece of ginkgo leaf to place at the bottom of the statue of Fuyao.

A lonely ghost with nothing to rely on will not be able to gain incense.

This statue was carved from a branch of Gongsun Zan's uncle to help him better accept the incense of Chixian Shenzhou.

The ginkgo leaf held at the foot of the statue belonged to the new uncle Gongsun Yan, so that he could return to the Great Zhou Dynasty with the statue of the god in Chixian Shenzhou.

The ginkgo fruit placed between the eyebrows of the statue belongs to Master Gongsun Yong and carries the soul of Fu Yao.

The belly of the statue is mixed with soil from both worlds, and this soil can provide vitality to the ginkgo fruit in the center of the forehead of the statue.

Only in this way can Fu Yao's soul that is about to dissipate be protected.

Yang Zhao placed the statue in a small side hall near the gate, where a table of tributes had been prepared.

After offering incense and worshiping, we started to clean up the aftermath.

After such a complex formation was built, Yang Zhao not only had to pay money, but also had to hold a banquet to reward City Lord Zheng, Xu Tong, Zong Yan, the caravans and others.

Thanks to City Lord Zheng for his support and donated 5000 taels of silver to Cangcheng Prefecture School in the name of Yunyang Temple.

City Lord Zheng beamed with joy and praised Yang Zhao's young talent repeatedly.

Thanks and congratulations to Xu Tong, on top of the original reward, Xu Tong was given an additional 50 taels of silver, and his other companions were each given [-] taels as a reward for their hard work these days.

With a smile on his face and high spirits, Xu Tong grabbed Yang Zhao and stuffed him with a piece of paper, which recorded a series of spiritual supplies that might be used in the formation, in case of emergencies.

"While these caravans have not left, besides us who are setting up your formation, they know it best. It is most appropriate to purchase these things directly from them."

Yang Zhao nodded and raised another glass of wine in gratitude.After the banquet at the caravan, all the accounts had to be settled. The abacus beads of several Xiaodou people and the other party's accountant were making a loud noise, which made everyone have a headache.

Yang Zhaotong and the others bought a batch of formation consumables handed over by Xu Tong as spare parts, and signed a five-year formation maintenance contract with a relatively large Xinxue caravan.

For the next five years, Xinxue Caravan Gui will send people to Yunyang Temple every year to inspect and repair the formation.

Xu Tong did not accept this job. In his words: He was too busy studying the formation. It would be better to leave this simple work to the caravan.

Zong Yan brought students from Yongzhou Prefecture School to help Yang Zhao. In addition to a banquet and some hard work fees, Yang Zhao also took them to the Sujin Pagoda to find a soul weapon suitable for him.

When they were sent in, Yang Zhao and Zong Yan came out first instead of waiting for the students in Sujin Pagoda.

Yang Zhao sat on the chair with dull eyes, looking at his hands blankly.

Zong Yan stood aside and looked at Yang Zhao. He wanted to open his mouth to comfort him, but he felt that his back hurt when he stood and spoke, so he could only sit beside him silently.

There was such a big movement in Daoshu, not only he knew about Shen Ruoyu, but also everyone with some cultivation in Cangcheng knew about it.

From that day on, Yang Zhao ate and drank normally, dealt with things normally, and tidied up everything in Yunyang Temple normally. It seemed like nothing happened.

But Zong Yan knew that this was not the case. He had nothing to do in the past two days, and from time to time he would see Yang Zhao sitting blankly for a long time, even losing the necessary vigilance of a cultivator.

"Young friend Zong, if you have anything to do beforehand, I'll sit with her for a while."

Zong Yan and Yang Zhao were startled by the sudden sound. They turned around and saw that the old shark surnamed Qin had arrived in front of them, but they didn't even notice.

The two of them stood up and saluted, Zong Yan said a few words and left.

The remaining two people took their seats respectively, and Yang Zhao asked politely.

"I wonder what Senior Qin wants from me?"

"Hey, what's the matter? Isn't this what you, Chixian Shenzhou, call someone who is entrusted and loyal? Shen Ruoyu asked me to take care of you. If you keep acting like this, I'm afraid that Shen Ruoyu, who has such a bad temper, will Come and scold me.”

Yang Zhao opened his eyes slightly: "You can see my master Tuo Meng, there really is something sinister in this world..."

Seeing the old shark surnamed Qin looking at her with a half-smile, Yang Zhao closed his mouth and felt discouraged.

In the world of cultivation, in such a lofty and supernatural world, there is no such thing as a dream in the underworld.

"Your master should have told you that ghosts are the same as ghosts. How can there be any underworld in this world? If you are trapped in this matter and can't get out, then the road ahead will be bumpy."

"I don't know."

Yang Zhao's eyes slowly turned red: "Senior Qin, I can't figure it out. I will never figure it out. Even if I want to provide nutrients for Master Gongsun Yan to grow up quickly, I can still spend money to buy a fierce beast. The body was given to Uncle Gongsun, why did he have to put himself on it?"

The old shark surnamed Qin took out a tattered small bag from his arms, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Yang Zhao. It contained Shen Ruoyu's hair.

"You should know that your master has forgotten many things."

Yang Zhao looked at Xiao Bao and felt a little nostalgic.

"I know. Master said he was affected when he died and lost most of his memory."

"Yes, but it's not entirely right. He lost his memory not only because he died, but also because another memory was stored in his soul. In order to store this memory properly, he cut his soul .”