Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

The sunset is fading, and the moon is held in the distant mountains.

The ancient trees are towering, their crown leaves cover half of the night sky, and there are stars dotted between the branches. It is as peaceful as a dreamland.

Two silhouettes, one large and one small, looked up at this towering tree.

An old man with a plaster on his forehead walked over and proudly introduced the two strangers.

"When the guests come again in early spring, when the pear blossoms are in full bloom, the pear blossoms will be like heavy snow covering the branches, fragrant and sweet."

"Kaku-kun, will we come again next spring?"

Xun Meng'er tugged at the hem of Li Hongjiao's clothes, showing a look of yearning.

"What kind of tree is this?"

"Pear tree, this kind of pear is the most delicious when cooked in soup."

The old man He Wenjin smacked his lips, as if he was remembering something.

"Jiaoli soup?"

The red horn suddenly moved, and these three words gave him an inexplicably familiar feeling. The empress asked him to come to the dreamland to plant the evil seeds of the world. Could this place have anything to do with him?
He Wenjin replied: "A long time ago, a noble man came here to stay with a black-faced child. The Jiaoli soup cooked by that child was so delicious that the old man couldn't recall it. Unfortunately, after they left, they never came back. .”

"Kids with black faces?"

Lie Hongjiao gently stroked the faint blue mark on his face.

"It's really strange. The two of them feel like they are old and decrepit, just like you master and servant... Alas, when people get old, they just like to reminisce about the past."

He Wenjin shook his head and went back to the hut to rest.

There were only a few people in the village and many rooms were vacant. He Wenjin found a clean house for Lie Hongjiao and Xun Meng'er to stay.

When He Wenjin fell asleep, Li Hongjiao raised his hand, picked a still green pear, and played with it.

"Kaku-kun, can you make Jiaoli soup?"

"No, you come."

Lie Hongjiao threw the green pear to Xun Meng'er.

On the third day, a bowl of Jiaoli soup was placed on the stone table in front of Luo Hou, and Xun Meng'er looked at him fearfully.

"This is the time when pears are ripe."

Luo Hou looked at the big tree full of green fruits, but he still raised the bowl and took a sip. It was very fragrant and astringent, not as mellow as the Xiaodiaoli Soup from other worlds.

He Wenjin bared his teeth and inhaled.

"This bowl of Jiaoli soup is enough to relieve the heat."

"Yes, I will continue to work hard to satisfy Kaku-kun."

After Xun Meng'er put away the bowls and chopsticks, Lie Hongjiao asked coldly: "The ghost prison has been destroyed. What else can you do if you find it here?"

"Xie Hongjiao, I want to ask you to return to the ghost prison."

"Ok?"

"The details are like this..."

Lie Hongjiao, who was reborn from the Demon Cultivation Pond, has no memory of the Ghost Prison, nor does he have a sense of belonging to the Ghost Prison. After the Ghost Prison was destroyed, he left the dark underground world and came to the dream paradise full of flowers and plants. Lie Hongjiao had a dream A feeling of relief.

At this moment, when he heard that Luo Hou was supporting him with the lives of thousands of people, his indifferent face slightly wavered.

"What will happen to them if I don't want to?"

"The ghost clan will disappear into history."

"Are Xun Meng'er's parents and family here?"

When Shi Zhijialan and others were taking inventory, Luo Hou considered the relationship between Lie Hongjiao and Xun Meng'er and asked for information about Xun Meng'er's family.

"His parents and little sister are still alive, but both brothers have died in the battle." "Eldest brother! Second brother! Woo~"

Xun Meng'er, who was hiding in the corner and listening, covered her mouth tightly but still burst into tears.

"Why choose me?"

"Being a ghost but possessing human nature, who else would it be than you?"

"You seem to know me very well?"

Luo Hou stood up and said calmly: "If you are willing to be the lord of the ghost prison, then go to the Xihuang Buddhist Realm to take back your people. If you don't want to, no one will disturb the tranquility of the Taoyuan in the dream."

It is a responsibility, and it is also a shackle. Everything depends on Lie Hongjiao's own choice.

What if Lie Hongjiao refuses to take over the Ghost Prison?
Luo Hou sighed regretfully in his heart, and then left the dream paradise and went to the Mahayana Lingyun Temple.

Mahayana Lingyun Temple is the Buddhist holy place where the legendary Buddha Su He practiced in the past. It belongs to the same lineage of the Western Buddhist Kingdom as Xihuang Buddhist Realm and Mofa Xilian Temple.

Its great abbot, Monk Bai Yu Wangyun, is even more senior than the four founders.

The target of Luo Hou's visit was the White Feather Wangyun Monk. There was only one Emperor Confucian left among the four creations. This old man was actually still alive and had been guarding the mysterious White Feather Realm of Heaven.

The way to enter the Heavenly Way of White Feather Realm is more complicated. You must first find the illusory Sun Return Home, and to find the Sun Return Home, you must have a deep connection with Buddhism.

To be honest, Luo Hou's profound Buddhist power is not inferior to that of any eminent monk in the world, but who can explain things like fate clearly.

People want to see you, and the sun's return will be right in front of them in an instant. People don't want to see you, and even if they turn the situation around, they still can't find you.

In the race wars in ancient times, the Western Buddha Kingdom's opponents were not only the Yama Ghost Prison. During the same period, a fierce war also took place between the Eagle Clan and the Mahayana Lingyun Temple.

Just as there is the shadow of Mo Shi behind the ghost clan, there is also a terrifying power hidden behind the eagle clan...

A few years later, the sequelae of the war broke out. The great abbot meditated in the Heavenly Way of Baiyu Realm, and single-handedly prevented the three demons from being born.

Counting the time, the great abbot's time is running out. The collapse of the White Feather Realm's Heavenly Way is imminent, and those crazy and divine beings are about to appear on stage and cause a storm.

It’s so tiring to fight endless monsters!
The green mountains are undulating and the brown rocks are rugged.

With a main hall and several simple side rooms, Mahayana Lingyun Temple looks much poorer than the Xihuang Buddhist World.

When Luo Hou entered the mountain gate, the first thing he saw was not the monk, but the sword sect Changri Kunqiu, who looked like a golden-haired lion king. He was grabbing the young monk Dongyu and questioning him.

"What! The Yama Ghost Prison was destroyed by the Lord of Heaven, Luo Hou, in conjunction with the Xihuang Buddhist Realm?"

Dong Yu was ordered by Shi Zhijialan to come to report the news. He was still gasping for air. Hearing this, he hurriedly added.

"In addition to Lord Wu and the God of Death, there are also Mr. Bihe from Xiru and Gusu Huanjian from the Tianshan Sword Clan."

"There are actually still people alive from the Tianshan Sword Clan!"

"Amitabha, the war between humans and ghosts is finally over, how wonderful!"

The deputy host was delighted.

The Buddha came from the Mahayana Lingyun Temple. Even though he has passed into nirvana, the chief abbot and the deputy abbot are naturally aware of the thousand-year-old plan he promulgated during his lifetime. Now that it ends in this way, it is simply the special protection of the Buddha.

Changri Kunqiu doesn't think so. He has been trapped in the sword trench for a long time. Now that his creditor is gone, who can he turn to to repay his grievances?

"Lord of Tiandu, Luo Hou? Could it be that he is the master Le Xunyuan mentioned?"

"This? Sheng Heng didn't say that."

Dong Yu was just an ordinary monk living far away in the Western Desert, so he didn't know about Lord Wu's interpersonal relationships.

Hearing this, Luo Hou frowned slightly and walked towards them slowly.

It has been a while since I went to Lingzhou, Beihai to support Liotian. How could I say it from Chang Rikun's mouth?
"Excuse me, sir, have you seen my disciple Le Xun Yuan?"

Changri Kunzhen turned around quickly, his sharp eyes falling on Luo Hou's face. The two met silently, and the air suddenly solidified.

Killing intent swept through the Mahayana Lingyun Temple in just a moment. (End of chapter)