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

Jingkong's vision was vastly different from the previous two. He sat atop an altar, the people below praying for his protection. He was the Buddha statue enshrined on the altar. In a land shrouded in faith and devotion, Jingkong's statue towered above, akin to the city's guardian deity. Every household in the city had a small statue similar to the one on the altar, devoutly worshipping it three times daily. They believed that through this ritual, they could secure the deity's protection and bring peace and prosperity to their lives.

Just when everyone thought life would remain like this forever, a severe drought struck the entire continent, and the city was not spared. The scorching sun scorched the earth, rivers dried up, crops withered, and livestock collapsed from lack of water. As time passed, the people's daily worship failed to dispel the drought. They began to wonder why the gods no longer favored this land, and why their former protectors had become silent.

Resentment grew, and one day, one man, in a fit of rage, smashed the Buddha statue in his home. This triggered a chain reaction, with the city's residents following suit, smashing their own statues. They began expelling monks and flooding into temples, trading the gold foil from the statues they once revered for food. Whenever food became scarce, they would break into temples and repeat this cycle. They no longer trusted in the gods to offer salvation, but instead relied on their own hands to fight for survival.

Over time, the temples in and around the city vanished. The once-popular chanting gave way to a desolate silence, the once-flavorful incense smoke replaced by billowing dust. The people's gaze turned to the Buddha statue atop the altar in the city's center. Jingkong watched as the once-worshipping masses, armed with shovels and sticks, inched closer and closer to the statue where it rested, but he could do nothing. He could only watch in silence, his heart filled with helplessness and sorrow.

Finally, thanks to everyone's combined efforts, the statue collapsed with a roar. As it fell, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and rain suddenly poured down. The people rushed out of their homes, cheering in the rain, paying no attention to the fallen statue. They were so focused on celebrating the long-awaited rain that they seemed to have forgotten their former faith and reliance.

After days of torrential rain, the sky finally cleared. As residents left their homes and passed through the city center, they discovered the Buddha statue lying across the road. The once golden body was gone, leaving only mottled stones and dirt. After discussion, they decided to abandon the statue to a desolate area in the mountains behind. They believed that since the statue could no longer bring them blessings, its existence had lost its meaning.

As time passed, the city's inhabitants returned to their former tranquility, while the Buddha statue on the hillside gradually became covered by vegetation. Its former glory and faith were now a forgotten history. Eventually, the statue, eroded by time, gradually turned to dust. And during this time, Jingkong found his own path.

Gu Qingxiao has experienced three reincarnations. In his first, he was a noble and idle prince, benevolently ruling his fiefdom and caring for his people. He loved to travel the world, uphold justice, and aid the needy, enjoying a peaceful and peaceful life. In his second, he became a martial arts master, detached from the world, untainted by the vendettas of the martial arts world. Known for his benevolence and righteousness, he aided the government in apprehending criminals and protecting the people. In his old age, he retired to the mountains. In his third, he became a wealthy merchant. In times of national crisis, he generously donated to aid the border. He even devoted his entire family to accumulating food and military supplies, working until the dawn of hope, sacrificing his life for his country's victory. Gu Qingxiao witnessed the profound merit accumulated over these three lifetimes, which enabled him to transcend the mortal world in this life and embark on the path of cultivation and immortality. Gu Qingxiao also understood that before his third reincarnation, he had exchanged cultivation resources in Youdu and stored them at the Jiuzhou Pawn Shop.

Miao Yimo, Tianjizi and Tushansong also traveled through time and space, following their respective masters and witnessing the various magical powers and spells they had practiced throughout their lives.

By the Three Lives Stone, the three of them looked at each other and remained silent.

"Are they cheating?" Bai Fan has been addicted to reading countless novels in the human world recently. At this moment, his fingers are trembling as he points to the scene on the screen.

Ying Ni was bewildered, recalling the time she and Bai Fan had fallen head over heels before the red spider lily, and she couldn't help but sigh. While others had either seen their cultivation levels drastically reduced or were trapped in nightmares, this group was unique, having either gained enlightenment or mastered magical powers.

Ying Ni gently removed five small, delicate five-zhu coins from her sleeve. These coins, gleaming with an antique bronze luster and intricately engraved around their edges, were particularly eye-catching. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly channeled her magical power. With a thought, the five coins began to spin on her fingertips, their speed increasing until their outlines were almost indistinguishable.

After a moment, Ying Xuan slowly withdrew her spiritual energy. The copper coins that had been spinning on her fingertips lost their momentum and fell to the ground one by one with a crisp thud. However, surprisingly, one of the coins seemed to be supported by some mysterious force, continuing to spin lightly in place, as if it had a life of its own.

Ying Ni's gaze shifted, first scanning the other four still coins with a penetrating gaze, as if searching for a clue. Then, her gaze settled on the still-spinning coin, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. She smiled faintly, as if pleased with the effectiveness of her spell.

Then, with a gentle wave of her hand, an invisible force surged forth, retrieving the five coins. As if drawn by an invisible rope, the coins obediently returned to her hand. Ying Ni tucked them back into her sleeve.

Ying Li raised her head slightly and noticed two pairs of eyes staring at her. "No need to look any further. It's obviously the heavens interfering."

Bai Fan and Di Xin were surprised by this reply and could not help but question it one after another.

"How does Heaven intervene?"

"Isn't it true that the Way of Heaven cannot set foot in the underworld?"

The first question came from Emperor Xin. As far as he could remember, Heaven had never directly intervened in worldly affairs. Even during the catastrophe of the Conferred Gods, Heaven relied on the power of saints. The second question was raised by Bai Fan. He knew very well that the underworld was isolated from the six realms, and Heaven was beyond the reach of Heaven, so it was impossible for Heaven to get involved.

The seven men on the Yellow Springs Road awoke from their slumbers, staring at each other with confusion in their eyes, unable to discern whether the scene before them was real or illusory. However, the urgency of the situation didn't allow them to hesitate, and they quickly regrouped, resuming their previous formation. The seven of them struggled along this gloomy road, and by the time they reached the end of the Yellow Springs, beside the Three Lives Stone, each one of them looked exhausted and dejected.