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

On that land, Muya's phone played a stirring red song, as if narrating a glorious past. Hong Gu floated lightly above Muya and softly asked, "Little girl, where are you from?" Muya's body trembled slightly at this sudden question. She stiffly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the suspended Hong Gu, and replied with a trembling voice, "Senior, I... I'm truly sorry to have disturbed your peace. I... I'll leave now."

Muya knew she wasn't a skilled fighter, so in the absence of her companions, she chose to remain silent and quickly depart to avoid unnecessary conflict. Seeing Muya retreat, Hong Gu used her soul power to condense a ribbon, skillfully wrapping it around Muya's waist. She gently said, "Little girl, please tell us what changes have taken place in China in later generations?"

Upon hearing the word "Huaxia," Muya immediately realized the spirit before her was a martyr who had sacrificed his life for his country, and she ceased all resistance. She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and then slowly spoke, "Seniors, Huaxia has undergone tremendous changes. Today, Huaxia is a prosperous nation, with rapid technological advancements and a prosperous people. We have inherited your legacy and will continue to work hard to make this country a better place."

After hearing this, Hong Gu's eyes flashed with a glimmer of relief, and she nodded gently, as if she was proud of the achievements of future generations. Mu Ya looked at Hong Gu, and a surge of respect welled up in her heart. She knew that it was because of the sacrifices of these martyrs that China existed today.

"Oh, this is truly unexpected. Hong Gu and this young lady seem to have a deep connection. However, I sincerely hope this young lady can help Hong Gu release her obsession." Ming had spent countless years here, and she knew full well that Hong Gu first appeared in the Netherworld approximately a hundred years ago. When Hong Gu first arrived, she already possessed the cultivation of a Ghost King, and the aura of merit surrounding her was the reason she remained supreme over other Ghost Kings for so many years.

When Ying Ni witnessed Mu Ya being led away by Hong Gu, she assumed she wouldn't be in any trouble. Her gaze shifted to the other water mirrors. The most captivating scene so far was taking place in Jing Kong's territory. As the saying goes, even a hero can be tempted by a beautiful woman. But if the hero were a monk and the beautiful woman a vixen, how the situation would unfold was full of uncertainty.

When Jingkong was forced to separate from his companions, he showed no sign of panic. Instead, he calmly observed his surroundings, trying to discern the correct direction. However, the Nine Netherworld was shrouded in a thick aura of resentment, and he could only vaguely see a glimmer of moonlight. The moonlight, like water, sprinkled on his monk's robe, casting a faint silver glow. Silence reigned all around, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the sound of wind accompanying his lonely steps. Jingkong understood that the moonlight could not be seen in the underworld, indicating that he had entered some kind of illusion, so he quietly raised his vigilance.

Suddenly, a strange aroma filled his nose, causing Jingkong to frown slightly. He paused and looked around, the dense forest appearing even darker in the night. Just then, a fox spirit, draped in red gauze and with eyes as bright as autumn water, quietly appeared before him, a charming smile playing on her lips.

"Master, you're walking alone late at night. Why don't you spend the night with me, a little demon?" The vixen's voice was soft and alluring. Jingkong's face was solemn, his hands clasped together, and he murmured the Buddha's name, trying to use the power of Buddhism to resist this sudden temptation.

However, the vixen was no ordinary creature. With a gentle smile, she transformed into a red shadow, instantly entangling Jingkong. Her fingers caressed Jingkong's skin like silk, carrying an indescribable magic that sent Jingkong's mind into a state of disarray.

Jingkong knew the danger lurked on every side of him. He bit his tongue fiercely, using the intense pain to sober himself up. At the same time, he formed seals with his hands and muttered something. In an instant, a golden Buddha light overflowed from his palms, transforming into a huge Buddhist shield that firmly protected him.

Seeing this, the fox spirit's face suddenly changed. She had not expected that although Jingkong's cultivation was not high, he could display such a powerful Buddhist magic at the critical moment.

Jingkong, shielded by the Buddha's light, maintained a calm and resolute expression. He knew that while the crisis had been temporarily averted, the true test lay ahead. He must remain lucid and calm to find a way out in this perilous night. He knew that only unwavering faith and fearless courage could allow him to survive in this dark place.

The vixen witnessed Jingkong sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, enveloped in a shroud of Buddha's light. With a flick of her finger, she launched a stream of magical spells, shimmering with mysterious light, like sharp arrows, towards Jingkong. A soft golden aura enveloped Jingkong, like a guardian deity. A sneer played on the vixen's lips, knowing full well that this aura was the condensation of Jingkong's magical power. To absorb Jingkong's essence, she must first destroy it. Undeterred, she pressed her spells with even greater force, each attack growing more ferocious, determined to shatter the aura once and for all.

Within the protective shield, Jingkong's face remained serene, his eyes closed, as if the outside world's clamor had no bearing on him. His lips moved gently, and a series of low, melodious Buddhist chants flowed from his mouth, like the sound of nature, echoing throughout the underworld. As the chants rang out, the shimmering golden shield grew stronger, as if imbued with life, completely blocking the fox spirit's spells.

The fox spirit witnessed this, her expression paling slightly. She hadn't anticipated the immense power of Jingkong's Buddhist sutra. But she didn't give up. Instead, she increased her magical power, attempting to use even more powerful spells to break through the Buddha's shield. However, no matter how hard she tried, the shield remained as solid as a rock, unmoved. Beads of sweat began to form on the fox spirit's forehead. She knew this battle would be a protracted one, but she refused to give up, determined to find a way through, destroy Jingkong's shield, and absorb his vital energy.

The vixen frowned, a plan brewing within her mind. She gently parted her red lips, exhaling a breath as fragrant as orchids. In an instant, she transformed into a young and beautiful woman, floating gracefully to the edge of Jingkong's protective Buddhist shield. She continued to cast her spell around Jingkong, attempting to seduce him. However, Jingkong continued to recite Buddhist scriptures, unmoved.

Witnessing this scene, the fox spirit's eyes flashed with surprise and resentment, as if unable to accept that her enchantment had no effect on this Buddhist disciple. She took a deep breath, slowly raised her hands, and her fingertips danced lightly, as if depicting the myriad phenomena of the world in the air. In an instant, the surrounding scenery began to shift, like a scroll gradually unfolding. At first, it was a pastoral scene filled with warmth and harmony: farmers toiling in the fields, children laughing and playing, the air filled with the atmosphere of everyday life. Jingkong remained calm, his heart as still as water, his Buddhist devotion unwavering.