The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

"Who is calling me?" A majestic voice came from Hei Wuchang's mouth. The voice seemed to come from another distant world, carrying a mysterious and irresistible power.

At the same time, the slow opening of the Hell Gate and the awe-inspiring arrival of the Black and White Impermanence instantly alarmed all factions within the Xuan Sect. Whether they were Taoist masters or reclusive individuals, they were all awed by this sudden vision and turned their gazes towards the mysterious Hell Gate.

"This is truly bizarre! What mysterious sect could have produced such an exceptional disciple?" Inside an ancient and tranquil Taoist temple deep within Mount Shu, an elderly man with silver hair and dressed in a cyan robe muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion. He had previously contacted seniors from other sects several times, attempting to uncover the disciple's origins, but no one seemed to be able to provide a definitive answer.

At the same time, in a corner of China, a Maoshan Taoist priest was catching ghosts, waving a peach wood sword in his hand, muttering to himself: "Black and White Impermanence? In our China, no one has been able to summon them for many years." There was a hint of surprise and confusion in his voice, as if he was lamenting the extraordinary ability of this mysterious disciple.

Atop that desolate mountain, a Taoist priest, dressed in a black robe embroidered with the Bagua diagram, exclaimed in delight, "Wonderful! Finally, someone can summon the spirits again." Since the spiritual energy dried up, the Taoists of the Tianshi Temple have been reduced to feng shui and divination, unable to perform their once-awesome magical arts. A glimmer of hope glimmered in the Taoist priest's eyes, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for the revival of Taoism.

"You two, open your eyes and see clearly." When Ying Meng saw that it was these two people, she couldn't help but hold her forehead and sigh.

In most cases, the Black and White Impermanence pay no particular attention to weaker ghosts. They often chain and carry them away without even a glance, and as a result, they are frequently punished for capturing ghosts by mistake.

If the person mistakenly captured is still alive, they can return the soul to the living world. However, if the body has been cremated, they can only send the unfortunate soul to the other world. Souls unable to return to their own world naturally complain, so the Black and White Impermanence offer compensation after each mistake to avoid complaints.

Their property was completely consumed, leaving only the clothes on their backs. Whenever they encountered powerful evil spirits or fierce ghosts, Heibai Wuchang would immediately seek help from others.

In the world of immortal cultivation, she had cleaned up the messes for these two countless times. Despite their numerous mistakes, their memories seemed to have not improved at all. It was precisely because this world's spiritual energy was so thin and the number of evil spirits was so small, otherwise these two's performance this year would have been affected.

Hei Wuchang felt that this sentence seemed familiar, so he asked, "Xie Bian, this sentence sounds so familiar." Bai Wuchang Xie Bian shook his head nonchalantly. "Don't make such a fuss, this is obviously not that girl's voice."

Ying Ni quickly drew a spell in the air and then threw an explosive talisman, aiming directly at Bai Wuchang. Bai Wuchang narrowly avoided being hit and jumped to his feet in panic. "Whose prank is this!" He was furious, in disbelief that someone had dared to attack him with an explosive talisman. This was the second time Bai Wuchang had suffered such a provocation, and he was so angry that he almost stamped his foot. Apart from that woman, no one else would dare to tease them like this. They were determined to punish this audacious individual!

Hei Wuchang suddenly opened his deep eyes and swept across, instantly catching sight of Ying Ni's figure. He immediately nervously grabbed Bai Wuchang beside him and said in a low and hurried voice: "Xie Bian, look over there, that's... that lady..."

Bai Wuchang followed Hei Wuchang's gaze and immediately recognized Ying Ni. He quickly put on an ingratiating smile and asked with a hint of joy and respect, "Auntie, why are you here? I remember you were about to ascend to immortality, weren't you?" At this moment, Hei Wuchang, who was standing next to him, quickly covered Bai Wuchang's mouth and stared at Ying Ni. Her face gradually turned ashen, as if carrying an invisible chill.

"Um... Fan Wujiu, do you want to suffocate me to death?" Bai Wuchang struggled hard, trying to break free from Hei Wuchang's control, but under Ying Ni's increasingly gloomy face, his voice gradually faded, and finally became weak and powerless.

"You two, come and help quickly, and leave as soon as you're done." Ying Ni took a deep breath, reminding herself not to argue with these two foolish fellows. She knew that instead of wasting time arguing with them, it would be better to send the ghost to the underworld as soon as possible.

"Okay, we'll be right there." The two lucky escapees quickly brandished their mourning sticks, one checking the book of life and death while the other put chains on the ghost. Their movements were skillful, as if they were already accustomed to such scenes.

Under their guidance, the souls slowly made their way towards the gates of the underworld, as if drawn by an invisible force. Their steps were heavy, yet they were compelled to move forward. Finally, one by one, the souls vanished in the dazzling light. When the last soul vanished, the Black and White Impermanence bid farewell to Ying Ni, and together they entered the underworld. As their figures faded, the gates of the underworld slowly closed, and tranquility returned to the surroundings.

Ying Ni stood there and breathed a long sigh of relief.

At that moment, countless dazzling golden points of light suddenly emerged from the air, seemingly unrestrained, rushing into Ying Huan's body. These golden points of light moved freely through her meridians, like golden rivers flowing through her body. Some of them rested at her Dantian, as if finding a home in that mysterious realm, while many more merged into her spirit, becoming one with the depths of her soul. As these golden points of light continued to converge, Ying Huan felt the hidden wounds she had previously sustained within her spirit gradually healing, as if a warm and powerful force was repairing her inner wounds. She immediately realized what these mysterious golden points of light were.

"These are the legendary golden rays of merit," Ying Xuan marveled inwardly. She knew this golden light was a precious treasure in the universe, and only through good deeds and cultivating good connections could one receive this mysterious power. The golden rays of merit not only heal wounds of body and soul, but also elevate one's cultivation and realm. Some legends even claim it can bring unexpected good fortune and blessings. At that moment, Ying Xuan felt as if she were bathing in a golden ocean, filled with gratitude and awe.