Infinity through different life

Chapter 207 From now on, I will be the master
three days later.

Xu Jing summoned all the remaining ghosts under his control.

"Meet grandma."

These ghosts, both male and female, looked at Xu Jing with burning eyes, full of expectation on their faces.

As grandma's handmaidens, Xiaomei and Xiaocui are usually favored by grandma the most, but they can only become servants without status.

But now, whether it is Xiaomei or Xiaocui, they have already gone to the underworld, and they will never come back, so in all likelihood, grandma wants to choose a new favorite among them.

It doesn't matter if it's male or female, every ghost has a chance.

Because grandma is androgynous, this is a secret that all ghosts know.

Xu Jing sat on a chair of Eight Immortals, looking back and forth at all the ghosts.

Wherever his eyes looked, the ghosts there were full of joy, but when he looked away, they all turned into disappointment.

After reading it several times, Xu Jing shook his head helplessly. The rest of the ghosts are too ordinary, some are even ugly, they look crooked, none of them he likes.

"Let's all go back."

He waved his hand. Judging from the time comparison displayed by the system this time, he could stay in this world for more than ten years in one night in the main world, which was plenty of time.

Immediately, there was a sound of sighing in the room, and all the ghosts were ready to leave with faces full of disappointment.

"and many more."

Xu Jing suddenly spoke again at this time, immediately rekindled a glimmer of hope in the hearts of all the ghosts, and looked over.

"Listen up, all of you." Xu Jing kept his deep masculine voice, and said sharply, "From now on, everyone will call me master, and whoever dares to call me grandma will be killed by me. Do you understand?"

All the ghosts looked at each other in blank dismay, and after being stunned, they all ordered: "Yes, master."

Xu Jing showed satisfaction, and waved out again.

All the ghosts watched their words and expressions, and all exited the room.

"I have to find a way to find some beautiful female ghosts and handsome male ghosts, otherwise the task will be difficult."

Xu Jing naturally wanted to complete the third mission, so he didn't want to get involved in too many sins for the first two missions, and he didn't want to be targeted by the unaccustomed right way.

Although the time of time travel this time is not known how much earlier than the beginning of the plot, but it is not certain that Yan Chixia will go to Lanruo Temple to live in seclusion someday.

Thinking of these, Xu Jing's heart moved, and he vaguely understood the reason why the travel time was earlier this time.

The three tasks this time have nothing to do with the plot, he can completely ignore the plot, and it will not affect his completion of the task at all.

"That should be the reason."

After Xu Jing figured it out, he calmed down and carefully felt the movement of the demon power in his body.

It was the first time for him to travel through monsters, and the body of the main world practiced monster power skills, which was a rare opportunity.

……

Huh~huh~huh——!
At noon, the sky near the Kolanruo Temple was inexplicably covered by a layer of mist. The sun was blocked by the mist, and the whole Lanruo Temple looked a little gloomy and gloomy.

The strong wind surged up and blew around, making the trees outside the temple shake non-stop.

"Master, Master, the monster seems to be coming out!"

Inside the temple, a young monk who was only in his teens stumbled up to an old monk who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, his face full of panic.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked around the dilapidated temple, and said slowly: "Don't panic, as long as there is a Buddha in your heart, even if a monster comes out, there is nothing to be afraid of, let alone it is daytime, it doesn't matter."

"Master..." After the young monk approached the old monk, he calmed down for no reason, and hesitated slightly: "Why don't we leave here?"

Over the years, the current situation is uncertain, the imperial court is controlled by traitors and traitors, wantonly framing Zhongliang, while the people are displaced, feuds continue in the rivers and lakes, and people's hearts are becoming more and more sinister.

Coupled with the appearance of demons and ghosts, the world is getting more and more chaotic, and the originally prosperous Lanruo Temple has also become declining.

Year after year passed, and the monks in the temple had left very few, and now there are only the two of them, the master and the apprentice.

The old monk sighed, stood up, walked to the window, opened the window and looked outside and said: "I came here when I was your age, and more than 60 years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

The evil wind outside howled into the room, blowing the old monk's gray eyebrows and long beard into the air, and the dilapidated wooden door and floor creaked.

The young monk couldn't help but shudder, walked a few steps behind the old monk, hid behind his tall body, and said weakly: "Master, if we don't leave, we won't even have anything to eat."

The old monk looked bitter, and said helplessly: "Then let's go, it's time to leave."

That is, a few years ago, a mass grave appeared behind Lanruo Temple, and an ancient tree growing there gradually became a climate, and now it has been cultivated into a thousand-year-old monster.

The millennium tree demon can achieve today's achievements at first because it was close to Lanruo Temple. When the temple was in its heyday, it was bathed in the Buddha's light and opened up its spiritual wisdom. At the time of decline, the evil yin qi that grew was absorbed by the tree demon, making it gradually go astray.

The old monk showed compassion, clasped his hands together, and said the Buddha's name. Although he was not afraid of the tree demon, he couldn't guarantee that he could protect the disciple with low mana, so he had no choice but to leave.

The young monk was full of joy, grabbed the old monk's clothes and said, "Master, let's go now."

They didn't have much to bring, and the valuable things in the temple had already been taken away by other monks.

The old monk nodded when he heard the words, and immediately tidied up briefly. He and the young monk each carried a cloth bag and left the temple gate.

The two walked towards the back of the temple, one in front of the other.

"Master, are we going in the wrong direction?"

When he saw the mass grave, the young monk was frightened, chanting scriptures, and approached the old monk to ask.

"Don't be afraid, come with me!"

When the old monk's voice rang out, there was faint Sanskrit singing in the air, which inexplicably calmed down the uneasy heart of the young monk.

Soon, the master and apprentice came to a tall and straight banyan tree.

The crown of this banyan tree is like a giant umbrella holding up the sky, covering a large area of ​​the ground, and its roots and branches are full of traces of time.

Numerous aerial roots of different thicknesses grow from the dry branches, and they are inextricably linked, fluttering with the wind, or entangled with the body, or implanted in the ground, spreading out like vines, and finally grow into banyan trees, forming a The whole banyan forest.

All the roots of these banyan trees are connected, like a network, densely scattered around Lanruo Temple for several miles.

"Master, what are we doing here?"

The young monk swallowed and asked carefully.

The old monk inserted his Zen staff into the ground and said in a deep voice: "Before leaving, I have one more thing to do."

(End of this chapter)