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"Your brother is in the Wangyou River. The souls who drank Mengpo soup but have not yet reincarnated are sleeping in the Wangyou River." The Ghost King said.

When Jiang Shu returned to the underworld with her memories, the Ghost King and Po Meng were not surprised.

"At first, I asked you to stay in the human world for four years and then come back because I was worried that your soul would be damaged. But obviously you were well taken care of in the human world, and you were given countless fairy grass elixirs to drink, which can indeed make you stay peacefully in the human world. More than ten or twenty years," Ghost King explained to Jiang Shu.

"But, we can't let you stay in the human world for so long. So we have set rules when it comes to reviving a corpse. Once you think of the past, or if you stay in the human world for more than eighteen years, your spirit body will be separated and your soul will return. To the underworld." Po Meng said.

"Do you want to go see your brother?" Jiang Shu from the Ghost Dynasty stretched out his hand and said.

Jiang Shu nodded and took the Ghost King's hand.

The Ghost King took Jiang Shu's hand and led Jiang Shu toward the Wangyou River.

"After I drink Meng Po soup, will I sleep here like my brother?" Jiang Shu asked, standing by the Wangyou River.

"You're different, you won't be here." The Ghost King said.

"Why?"

"Your soul is incomplete and you need us to replenish it for you. After drinking Meng Po soup, because your soul cannot support you to maintain your adult appearance, you will become a child. Only if we raise you back to your current state can you be here. Sleep until you are reincarnated as an adult again," the Ghost King said.

"Then Su Qing has to wait for me for a long time?" Jiang Shu said.

"It will probably take a thousand years. But a thousand years, for God, it's just a snap of the fingers, so don't worry about him." The Ghost King comforted him.

"That's good. Where is my brother? When will he be reincarnated?" Jiang Shu asked.

As he spoke, the water of the Wangyou River stirred up a gust of wind, lapping at the shore and blowing Jiang Shu's hair.

"Is that true?" The Ghost King said to himself.

"What?" Jiang Shu asked puzzledly.

"Two hundred years later, an ancient demon clan is about to be destroyed, and your brother is reincarnated according to his destiny." The Ghost King said.

"What is his destiny?" Jiang Shu frowned and asked.

"He will become the last member of this ancient demon clan, and he will bear the blood feud of annihilating the clan and survive for them." The Ghost King said.

"..."

Jiang Shu stood by the Wangyou River, her face full of worry and reluctance.

"That gust of wind just now was hugging you and saying goodbye to you." The Ghost King said.

It was only then that the Ghost King noticed that there was a jade Buddha pendant on Jiang Shu's neck.

The Ghost King can see through all the souls attached to spiritual objects in the world, and can see whose soul is on the jade pendant at a glance.

The bloody soul contained murderous intent, but it made the jade pendant extremely holy.

Jiang Zehao returned the blood and bones to Jiang Shu.

A ray of remnant soul connected to the blood and bones attached to the jade pendant to rest and became Jiang Shu's patron saint.

Unexpectedly, this opportunity came too soon, and the prerequisites for the future unforeseen event were prepared so quickly and easily. The Ghost King raised his eyebrows and secretly said.

A hint of cunning flashed through the pupils under the single-sided glasses.

Using the word "love" to explain the situation, does Taigong even include this?

"Your Highness the Ghost King, please give me the half bowl of Meng Po soup that I haven't finished yet." Jiang Shu held the jade pendant on her chest tightly and said.

"Okay. After drinking, you can see the scenery of the underworld with your own eyes. This is the place where you have lived for thousands of years." The Ghost King nodded.

"Thanks to the care of the underworld for many years, Jiang Shu is grateful." Jiang Shu saluted seriously.

After finishing half the bowl of Meng Po soup, Jiang Shu turned into a wisp of soul fire and appeared in the palm of the Ghost King's hand.

The Ghost King took out a soul-nurturing lamp from the storage bag, put Jiang Shu's soul into the soul-nurturing lamp, and then left the Wangyou River with the soul-nurturing lamp.

It was indeed a bit sad to see off two old friends at once.

"Your Highness the Ghost King, Xiao Wu's soul has been brought here." Hei Wuchang appeared next to the Ghost King and said.

"Let her transform and accompany Jiang Shu. The underworld is not a place for idlers. Let Xiao Wu accompany her when we are busy." The Ghost King ordered.

"Yes."

"I'm afraid the human world is not safe now. If you can, go to the human world as little as possible. If you can, take care of the children in the underworld." The Ghost King said.

"Yes……"

The human world is indeed in a mess as the Ghost King said.

The tallest building in Chang'an City, Zuixiang Tower, was destroyed by a fire.

The fire burned for three days and nights, and the city of Chang'an was shrouded in black smoke for three days and nights.

Then came three days and three nights of heavy rain, exposing the ruins of Zuixiang Tower to everyone.

Zuixianglou was such a spendthrift in the past, but now it is so lonely.

The ruins of the broken wall are sad.

Everyone lamented the sudden collapse of Zuixiang Tower and missed the endless singing and dancing of Zuixiang Tower.

As the Tang Dynasty stepped into Chang'an, a Buddhist temple was built where the Zuixiang Tower was originally.

Inside the Buddhist hall is a thousand-story Buddha statue.

The Buddha statues are all carved from the finest Hetian white jade, and their accessories are all plated with gold.

To say it is extremely gorgeous is an understatement.

From then on, no one talked about Zuixianglou's extravagant spending, and the word Zuixianglou was gradually forgotten by the world.

Even if it is mentioned, it will only be said that the thousand-story Buddhist temple is good anywhere, but it is only built in a place that was once a romantic place like Zuixiang Tower.

The Thousand-Storey Buddhist Hall is only for people to visit. It does not set up incense and does not collect donations.

The world doesn't know why, but they can only stand in the thousand-story Buddhist hall and marvel at the miraculous workmanship of this Buddhist hall.

The world is not allowed to step into the back of the Thousand-story Buddhist Hall, and they are all curious about the stunning beauty on the back of the Thousand-story Buddhist Hall.

"The world is short-sighted and curious about whether there are mountains of gold and silver on the back of this thousand-story Buddhist hall. How disappointing it would be if the world knew that there are only three thousand longevity lamps on the back of this thousand-story Buddhist hall." An abbot walked in, He said while rubbing the prayer beads in his hand.

Standing in front of the longevity lamp was a young man in white clothes with black hair reaching his waist. Although it was not tied up, it did not give people a sense of impoliteness.

"After you came out of the Taoist temple to practice Buddhism, I didn't know that you talked so much." The boy in white said coldly.

"I've met the Imperial Master. I haven't seen you for many years. The Imperial Master is still as young as ever, but I am already old." The abbot saluted.

"I have become a national master, but I am still worried about my age and appearance." Su Qing said.

"Isn't the Imperial Master the same? He is worried about these external things. Otherwise, why would he light thousands of longevity lamps here?" the Imperial Master asked with a smile.

"I'm not seeking immortality for myself." Su Qing said.

"You are a god, why do you still believe in these vain things like us mortals?" the national master said.

Su Qing did not answer the Imperial Master, but took down an extinguished longevity lamp, lit another one and placed it in the vacant position.

"Everything in the world does not have results if you force it. If God does not learn to let go, it will bring disaster to the world. Please think twice, Master Imperial Master."

"What does the disaster of the three realms have to do with me? If I can only force what I want, then I will force it." Su Qing said coldly.

This was not the first time that the Imperial Master persuaded Su Qing, so he had no choice but to retreat.

"Look, no one supports you."

"Only I will always be on your side."

"You should die with me. Only death can provide relief."

"Don't forget, I want to die, never live."

"Let us die together. Only death can lead to eternal life."

"That's enough, you are not her." Su Qing said angrily.

A roar with spiritual power, although it dispersed the existence of the voice, also caused all three thousand longevity lamps to be extinguished.

Su Qing regained her senses, rolled up her sleeves, and patiently lit the longevity lamp again.

I am a god and a Buddha. I know the matters of life and death by myself. It is useless to pray to gods and Buddhas.

But I don't want to give up any hope.

Even if the person who can make you live forever is not me.

The third volume is finished.