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

Ying Ni walked through the underworld as if she were strolling in a garden. As her eyes wandered, she paid attention to Gu Yanqing and the others, but she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the endless stream of ghosts on the Yellow Springs Road. With these glances, she suddenly had an idea.

Ying Ni suddenly stopped, and the people behind her also slowly slowed down their pace. This moment of stillness created a distance of several feet between them and the ghosts in front of them.

Just when Gu Yanqing and others were full of doubts, Ying Ni skillfully used magic to quietly remove the passes from everyone except Bai Fan and Di Xin, and then quietly transferred them to the nearby ghost location.

"I am at the end of the Yellow Springs Road, beside the Three Lives Stone, waiting for your arrival."

When they came to their senses, Ying Ni left a piece of advice and disappeared with Bai Fan and Di Xin.

Ying Ni sat cross-legged gracefully beside the Three Lives Stone, while Bai Fan and Di Xin looked at each other, their eyes revealing endless thoughts.

"Aren't you worried about them getting into trouble?" Bai Fan stared at Ying Meng who was sitting quietly and asked softly.

Ying Ni's eyes were tightly closed, her posture still erect. "I can guide them for a while, but I can't accompany them forever. Compared to the underworld, the souls on the Yellow Springs Road are still relatively weak. If they can't even cross this place, then in the underworld, they will be at the mercy of others, like fish on a chopping board."

"Then why did you bring us here?" Bai Fan asked again. He had been getting along quite well with these people recently, and he thought to himself that if he could encounter a powerful ghost, perhaps he could get their help.

Ying Ni slowly opened her eyes, her clear, autumn-water-like pupils fixed on Bai Fan, as if exploring his inner secrets. Realizing that Bai Fan was simply confused, Ying Ni's heart, which had been in her throat, gently settled back down.

"Bai Fan, don't forget, you are the nine-tailed celestial fox, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the fox clan." Ying Ni stared at Bai Fan and reminded him calmly.

Bai Fan suddenly fell silent, lost in thought. Beside him, Emperor Xin remained silent, knowing full well that he shouldered the fate of humanity. Even though humanity no longer needed his personal protection, the fate he held within him could not be extinguished.

Compared to the leisurely conversation at the Three Lives Stone, on the Yellow Springs Road, Ying Ni concealed the marks on Gu Yanqing and the others. Among the wandering ghosts, they moved forward like so many prey.

"Gu Yanqing, how should we deal with the current situation?" Miao Yimo summoned his personal magic weapon, the Bone-Erosion Whip, and swung it to disperse the approaching ghosts. The whip shadows flew, and the ghosts immediately scattered.

"Muya, stand in the center. If anyone is unfortunately injured, provide assistance immediately. Jingkong, you and Muya will work together to ensure her safety." Gu Yanqing quickly issued an order. "Qingxiao, you possess a fire spiritual root and are naturally resistant to ghosts. Therefore, you will serve as the vanguard."

Gu Yanqing noticed in the previous confrontation that the number of ghosts surrounding Gu Qingxiao was relatively small, and some ghosts with weaker soul power even chose to take a detour to avoid Gu Qingxiao.

"Okay." Gu Qingxiao said briefly and walked straight to the front of the team.

The team now resembled an airplane spreading its wings, ready to take flight. Gu Qingxiao led the formation, followed closely by Jingkong, who cast a Vajra Shield to protect Muya. Muya's hands shone with the unique green light of the Pure Wood Spiritual Root, rimmed with a golden brilliance. On either side, Gu Yanqing, possessing the Gold Spiritual Root, and Miao Yimo, manipulating the Gu insect, each occupied a wing. At the rear, Tu Shansong, possessing the Seven-Tailed Fox Tail, and Tian Suanzi, holding the Heavenly Compass, led the charge.

Several people struggled to walk in the darkness surrounded by ghosts. Mu Ya used spells from time to time to heal the wounds of her companions, while others tried their best to disperse the approaching ghosts and make them scatter.

When they arrived at their destination, the ghosts circling around them suddenly dispersed and disappeared without a trace. This unusual sight immediately attracted the attention of the team members.

"Everyone, be alert. We may have entered the territory of a vicious ghost." Gu Yanqing immediately realized that they had entered the sphere of influence of a powerful ghost.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the extreme. Seeing this, Mu Ya immediately used the rejuvenation technique, and Jingkong also cast Buddha's light on others to prevent accidents.

As they tensed up, the temperature around them suddenly plummeted, a chilling chill filling the air, as if time had frozen. A thick fog rose from the ground, like a ghost, quickly enveloping them and blurring their vision.

In the dense fog, a faint flicker of red shimmered, like a spark of fire in the darkness, bringing an eerie warmth to the eerie atmosphere. The woman's cheerful laughter echoed through the thick fog, seemingly coming from all directions, making it impossible to discern her exact location.

"Hehe, gentlemen, are you here to play with me?" Her voice was full of temptation and mystery, making people want to find out. However, there was also a subtle hint of danger in her voice, which made people wary.

They stood in the thick fog and looked at each other, and could see a hint of tension and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

"We are just passers-by, and we hope you can give us some convenience." Gu Yanqing recognized the ghost girl from her words and deeds, and knew that she was from ancient times, so he asked cautiously.

"Haha, since my dear, you have no desire to spend time with me, then please stay and serve as my amusement!" The voice of the red-clad ghost echoed through the thick fog. Her figure suddenly emerged from the mist, like a messenger from the depths of the netherworld. She was clad in a gorgeous crimson gown, its hems fluttering in the wind like a blooming red spider lily. Her face was pale, yet held an eerie allure, and her deep eyes gleamed with a cunning glint. She brandished her scarlet nails like a sharp sword, aiming straight for Muya's heart.

Muya stood there, frozen in fear by the sudden attack, unable to react for a moment. However, at this critical moment, nearby, Master Jingkong reacted swiftly. He was a deeply spiritual monk, dressed in simple robes and holding a string of Buddhist beads. He threw the beads with all his might, and the Buddha's light instantly burst forth, like a dazzling beam of light that pierced the thick fog.

The Buddha's light collided with the ghost's scarlet nails, creating a piercing sound. Under the erosion of the Buddha's light, the ghost's nails began to dissolve, as if consumed by an invisible force. The ghost let out a shrill wail, a sound so sharp and mournful that it seemed to pierce the soul. Her figure swayed in the thick fog, as if struggling to resist the erosion of the Buddha's light.

Jingkong remained vigilant. He gripped his staff tightly, chanting scriptures. As he recited, the light from the Buddhist beads grew stronger, forming a solid barrier that protected Muya and himself. Under the Buddha's light, the red-robed female ghost gradually revealed her true face, a twisted and tormented one that spoke of the misfortune and resentment of her past.

Muya finally came to her senses. She looked at the scene before her, her heart filled with gratitude and awe. She knew that if Jingkong hadn't intervened in time, she would have already become the ghost's victim. She bowed deeply to Jingkong to express her gratitude.

Jingkong smiled calmly, waved his hand gently, and signaled Muya to excuse herself, then returned to his recitation of the scripture. Meanwhile, everyone else used their own methods, carving marks upon the ghost's body. Under their furious assault, the ghost's figure gradually faded into the thick fog, eventually dissipating completely. Everything around them returned to tranquility.