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

The night was as dark as ink, and the gates of Youdu looked particularly eerie under the moonlight. Atop the gates, Mu Ya, Gu Yanqing, Miao Yimo, and the others stood shoulder to shoulder, their gazes piercing the thick darkness as they gazed at the chilling scene below.

Black-robed ghost messengers, chains in hand, expressionlessly drove away hordes of distorted, wandering spirits. Some wailed, some roared, and some let out mournful laughter. Under the ghost messengers' escort, they surged through the gates of the underworld like a tide, rushing towards the human world.

Muya's brow furrowed, a complex expression in her eyes. She whispered, "This is the legendary Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. They are forced to descend into the human world, enjoying the offerings of incense for a short time, but must also endure the endless suffering of reincarnation."

Gu Yanqing nodded, his face solemn. "Indeed, the cycle of life and death is part of the laws of nature. These helpless ghosts are actually just a link in the cycle."

Miao Yimo looked down, a trace of pity in his eyes. He sighed and said, "May they find a little solace in the human world, even if it's just a brief moment of peace."

Jingkong continued to recite Buddhist scriptures around the crowd, hoping to bring them a brief moment of peace. Gu Qingxiao tightly grasped his natal sword, his gaze fixed on the wandering ghosts, thinking to himself that if he perished on his journey to immortality, he would have no afterlife. The path to immortality transcended the mundane world; from the moment they embarked on this path of no return, their fate was no longer under the control of the underworld.

"I really hope those directors and actors can see the real Night Parade of a Hundred Demons." Tian Suanzi recalled those TV dramas that lacked depth that some of the younger sisters in the sect were following. The scene settings and acting were really embarrassing.

As the ghost messenger led them, more and more ghosts flocked to the human world, and the night sky seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist. The outlines of those ghosts were looming in the mist, like a mysterious painting.

Beneath the ancient city gate, a procession of ghosts stretched endlessly, like a long, eerie dragon. Some drifted erratically, wandering through the night like ghosts, while others darted wildly, as if driven by some unseen force. The voices of these apparitions mingled like a symphony from hell, both terrifying and eerie. Mu Ya, Gu Yanqing, Miao Yimo, and the other six remained motionless atop the city gate, like silent statues. Their gazes were firm and profound, as they gazed upon the eerie scene below. Though filled with a reverence for life, their eyes also betrayed a sense of longing for the unknown. On this mysterious night, they felt as if they were conversing with the spirits of another world, sensing the boundary between life and death.

As the spectacular scene of hundreds of ghosts parading at night under the city wall came to an end, the five-member team led by Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo protected Mu Ya at the core, and slowly moved towards the bottom of the city wall along with the flood of humans, demons, monsters and monsters.

"Everyone is here. Where should we explore next?" Gu Yanqing turned around and asked his companions behind him for advice.

"Let's divide into groups. Those who are interested in watching the event can stand on the left, and those who are not interested can stand on the right." When Gu Qingxiao made this suggestion, he also took into account everyone's different wishes.

Others agreed, especially Jingkong and Tiansuanzi, both of whom were naturally inclined to tranquility and not keen on noisy occasions.

Therefore, Jingkong, Tiansuanzi and Gu Qingxiao stood side by side on the right, while Gu Yanqing, Miao Yimo and Muya stood on the opposite side.

"Then, we will part ways and not meet again. After your tour, please return to the inn on your own. Also, Gu Qingxiao, please ensure Tian Suanzi's safety." Seeing that everyone was ready, Gu Yanqing instructed Gu Qingxiao. In their team, besides Mu Ya, Tian Suanzi's cultivation level was the lowest.

"I understand." Gu Qingxiao led Jingkong and Tiansuanzi into the bustling crowd. Gu Yanqing watched them leave before heading in another direction with Muya and Miao Yimo.

Gu Qingxiao, Jingkong and Tiansuanzi found a relatively quiet teahouse on the street, went up to the second floor, and ordered a few pots of tea and some snacks.

"Have you completely absorbed and integrated the knowledge and insights you gained on the Yellow Springs Road into your practice?" Tian Suanzi noticed that his two companions opposite him were silent, so he hurriedly asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

"I haven't fully absorbed it." Jingkong paused the slow rotation of his rosary beads, a look of confusion on his face. He discovered that the profound principles he had grasped on the Yellow Springs Road seemed to conflict with the Hinayana Buddhism he was practicing. This contradiction made him begin to doubt whether his current path of practice was truly suitable for him.

"Me too. I haven't fully digested what I've learned yet," another companion said, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of calm. His past life experiences had calmed his mind. However, before this, his state of mind always lagged behind his cultivation. This imbalance caused him to fall into near-death danger at every crucial moment of a breakthrough.

"Alas, I feel the same way." Tian Suanzi sighed deeply, a headache brewing as he recalled those long-lost divination techniques. These lost skills were not only complex and difficult to understand, but truly grasping their mysteries was as difficult as deciphering the Book of Heaven. He knew that to fully master these techniques, he would need to expend even more effort and time.

A sudden laugh shattered the silence. A mysterious figure, cloaked in a black cloak and sitting quietly in a dim corner, overheard the conversation between the three and burst into laughter. There was a hint of playfulness in the laughter, as if mocking their ignorance.

The three people's attention was drawn to the sudden laughter, and they all turned to look at the man in the black cloak. Their eyes were filled with confusion and curiosity, wondering why this mysterious person suddenly laughed.

"You young people, you're really taking advantage of me." The mysterious man gently set down his teacup, which made a soft clinking sound on the table. Facing the three people's puzzled expressions, the mysterious man continued, "Once ordinary cultivators set foot on the Yellow Springs Road, they will be devoured by evil spirits or fall into endless nightmares due to the fragrance of the red spider lily. Those who can gain opportunities on the Yellow Springs Road like you are truly rare."

The mysterious man's words carried a profound tone, as if he were recounting an ancient and mystical tale. His eyes gleamed with wisdom, as if he saw through everything in the world. The three listened intently, filled with awe and curiosity. They knew this enigmatic figure must possess extraordinary experience and profound cultivation.