Three days later.

Xu Jing summoned all the remaining ghosts under his control.

"Meet Grandma."

These ghosts, both men and women, looked at Xu Jing with burning eyes, their faces full of anticipation.

Xiaomei and Xiaocui, as grandma's maidservants, are usually the most favored by grandma, but they can only become servants with no status.

But now, whether it is Xiaomei or Xiaocui, they have gone to the underworld and will never come back, so grandma wants to choose a new favorite from among them.

It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, every ghost has a chance.

Because grandma is hermaphroditic, this is a secret that all ghosts know.

Xu Jing sat on a chair of eight immortals, looking at all the ghosts back and forth.

Wherever his eyes looked, the ghosts there were full of joy that could not be concealed, but when he looked away, they all turned to disappointment.

After watching it several times, Xu Jing shook his head helplessly, the rest of the ghosts are too ordinary, some are even very ugly, they look crooked and cracked, and none of them he likes.

"Stand down."

He waved his hand, this time, judging from the time comparison displayed by the system, one night in the main world, he could stay in this world for more than ten years, and the time was very sufficient.

A sigh immediately sounded in the room, and the ghosts were ready to leave one by one.

"Wait."

Xu Jing suddenly spoke again at this time, and suddenly rekindled a glimmer of hope in the hearts of all the ghosts, and looked over.

"Listen up, y'all." Xu Jing always maintained a deep male voice, and said sharply: "In the future, everyone will call me master, who dares to call me grandma again, I want him to be scattered, have you heard it clearly?" ”

All the ghosts looked at each other, and after being stunned, they all received the order: "Yes, master." ”

Xu Jing looked satisfied and waved his hand again.

The ghosts watched and exited the room.

"I have to find a way to find some beautiful female ghosts and handsome male ghosts, otherwise the task will not be easy to do."

Xu Jing naturally wanted to complete the third task, so he didn't want to get involved in too many sins in the first two tasks, and he didn't want to be targeted by the righteous path that he was not used to.

Although the time of this crossing is not much earlier than the beginning of the plot, it is not certain that Yan Chixia will run to Lanruo Temple to live in seclusion one day.

Thinking of this, Xu Jing's heart moved, and he faintly understood the reason for the advance of the crossing time this time.

The three tasks this time have nothing to do with the plot, he can ignore the plot at all, and it will not affect him to complete the task at all.

"That's probably why."

After Xu Jing figured it out, he calmed down and carefully sensed the operation of the demonic power in his body.

It was the first time he had crossed the monster, and the main body of the main world was cultivating the demon power technique, which was a rare opportunity.

……

Whew~Whew~Whew——!

At noon, the sky near the Lanruo Temple was inexplicably obscured by a layer of fog, and the sunlight blocked out of the fog, and the entire Lanruo Temple looked a little gloomy.

The wind was blowing and blowing, and the trees outside the temple were shaking.

"Master, Master, it looks like the monster is coming out!"

Inside the temple, a young monk who was no more than a teenager stumbled in front of an old monk who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, his face full of panic.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked around at the dilapidated temple, and said slowly: "Don't panic, as long as there is a Buddha in your heart, even if the monster comes out, there is nothing to be afraid of, not to mention that it is daytime, it doesn't matter." ”

"Master......" After the little monk approached the old monk, he settled down for no reason, and hesitated slightly: "Why don't we leave here?" ”

Over the years, the situation has been uncertain, the court has been controlled by traitors, wantonly framing Zhongliang, and the people have been displaced, the rivers and lakes have been constantly killed, and the people's hearts have become more and more sinister.

In addition, demons and monsters have appeared, the world is becoming more and more chaotic, and the Lanruo Temple, which was originally full of incense, has also become decaying.

Year after year has passed, and there is not much left of the monks in the temple, and now only their master and apprentice are left.

The old monk sighed, stood up and walked to the window, opened the window and looked outside, and said, "I came here when I was as old as you, and more than sixty years have passed......

The demonic wind outside howled into the room, blowing the old monk's gray eyebrows and long beards flying, and the dilapidated wooden door and floor creaked.

The little monk couldn't help but shudder, walked behind the old monk in a few steps, hid behind his tall back, and said weakly: "Master, but if we don't leave, we won't even have anything to eat." ”

The old monk's face was bitter, and he said helplessly: "Then let's go, it's time to leave." ”

That is, a few years ago, there was a mass grave behind Lanruo Temple, and an ancient tree growing there has gradually become the climate, and now it has become a thousand-year-old demon.

This thousand-year-old tree demon can have today's achievements, at the beginning because of the proximity to Lanruo Temple, in the heyday of the temple, bathed by the Buddha's light, opened the spiritual wisdom, originally irrelevant, but the bad is bad in that mass grave, when the temple decayed, the breeding of evil demon yin qi, absorbed by the tree demon, so that it gradually went astray.

The old monk showed compassion on his face, folded his hands, and said the Buddha's name, although he was not afraid of the tree demon, but he could not guarantee that he could protect the apprentice with low mana, so he had to choose to leave.

The little monk's face was full of joy, and he grabbed the old monk's clothes and said, "Master, then let's leave now." ”

They didn't have much to bring, and the valuable things in the temple had long been taken away by the other monks.

The old monk nodded when he heard this, and then simply cleaned up, and the little monk carried a cloth bag on their backs and went out of the temple gate.

The two of them walked one after the other, towards the back of the temple.

"Master, are we going in the wrong direction?"

When he saw the mass grave, the little monk was scared, recited the scriptures in his mouth, and approached the old monk to ask.

"Don't be afraid, follow me!"

When the old monk's voice sounded, a faint Sanskrit sound was sung in the air, which made the little monk's restless heart inexplicably calm.

Soon, the two of them came to a tall and straight banyan tree.

The canopy of this banyan tree is like a giant umbrella, covering a large area of the ground, and its roots and branches are bent and vigorous, covered with traces of time.

Countless aerial roots of different thicknesses grew out of the dry branches, thousands of wisps, fluttering in the wind, or entwining the body, or implanting in the earth, spreading like vines, and finally growing into banyan trees, forming a whole banyan forest.

All the roots of these banyan trees are connected, like a network, densely spread around the Lanruo Temple for miles.

"Master, what are we doing here?"

The little monk swallowed his saliva and asked carefully.

The old monk inserted the Zen staff in his hand into the ground and said in a deep voice: "Before leaving, there is one more thing to do for the teacher. ”