Zhu Xuanji walked out of the warehouse, thinking deeply all the way.

He never thought that the clues of the black shadow demon cultivator would suddenly be delivered to him in this way.

"Could it be that the City Lord's Mansion is repeating its old tricks?"

"Directing and acting in this way, diverting my attention, distracting my energy, preventing me from giving my best in the competition in Lava Asgard?"

If this is the case, Zhu Xuanji has to admit that this plan is extremely vicious!

The other party must have spotted his character and grasped his strong will to protect the majority of the city's citizens.

Monsters besieged the city, and the city lord's palace was stretched thin. It was impossible for Feisi to thoroughly investigate the entire fairy city, and he could only rule out whether there were fire persimmons buried in key places.

And with so many fire persimmons, even if they are not buried in key positions on the front line and detonated in the center of the city, they will cause huge casualties.

If there are too many casualties in the city and it falls into chaos, it will also affect the front line.

Zhu Xuanzhi believed in his own abilities and was inclined to believe that Fei Si was not lying, but what about Meng Kui?

Although the Meng family is famous for their frank and direct temperament, Meng Kui is the only wise general among the four generals.

Even if Zhu Xuanji confronts Meng Kui, he doesn't have much confidence in his lie detection method being used against the Nascent Soul level.

Zhu Xuanji was walking on the street, his eyes were blank, and all kinds of thoughts were in his mind.

"But what if it's not?"

"What if the City Lord's Mansion is simply a victim? Didn't Meng Kui and Feisi make secret arrangements?"

"Then is this black shadow demon cultivator on the same side as the murderer who bombarded Huoshu Mountain?"

Countless possibilities flashed through Zhu Xuanji's mind.

He seemed to be in a fog, not knowing which way was the way to the truth.

"Master Zhu! I finally found you!" A voice interrupted Zhu Xuanji's thoughts.

Zhu Xuanji took a closer look and saw that he was a foundation-building monk, dressed as a servant.

Zhu Xuanji then asked why he came.

The monk servant bowed deeply and saluted: "The old slave is Lord Zhu Hou's subordinate. Lord Zhu Hou has been selected this time to serve as the new director of the Salesian Kindergarten in Fire Persimmon City. He has been here for two days now. For

We are ready to take over."

"Tomorrow, there will be a succession ceremony."

"Lord Zhu Hou heard that you appeared in the fairy city, so he wanted to invite you to attend the succession ceremony."

"After all, this Salesian position was proposed by you."

Zhu Xuanji perked up and said with a smile: "This is the only good news I heard today! You are right, I reported the Salesian Kindergarten matter to the monarch, and specifically asked to select it from the royal family of my Zhu family.

Talent.”

"I didn't expect that my uncle Zhu Hou would take over this job."

"With him here, I feel relieved."

"Unfortunately, I have important things to do and I don't have time to attend the ceremony."

Having said this, Zhu Xuanji's eyes moved slightly, showing a hint of hesitation.

He understood what Zhu Hou meant. If he, a god, came to attend the ceremony tomorrow, it would be equivalent to giving Zhu Hou a platform, which would greatly improve Zhu Hou's future situation and make it easier for the Salesian Kindergarten to do things.

"Since I have promised Li Leifeng, why not do it thoroughly?"

After careful consideration, Zhu Xuanji decided to compromise: "I'm going to see my uncle now, let's go."

With that said, he grabbed the old slave by the collar, took him flying into the air, and flew to the Salesian Kindergarten with great momentum.

Zhu Xuanji's actions quickly attracted the attention of countless people.

Just like before, he went to Ning Zhuo in a grand manner and implemented a plan to arouse the enemy.

From this moment on, he had already begun to support Zhu Hou.

Zhu Xuanji took the slave monks to the Salesian Academy and met Zhu Hou.

Zhu Hou only had the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. He was broad and fat, gentle and generous.

Zhu Xuanji immediately raised his hands and saluted Zhu Hou.

In his youth, Zhu Xuanji received a lot of kindness and support from Zhu Hou.

Therefore, even though he became a Jindan-level monk, he was always respectful to Zhu Hou and never neglected him.

Zhu Xuanji then apologized to Zhu Hou and said that he would not be able to attend tomorrow's takeover ceremony.

Zhu Hou smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down first.

Zhu Hou also sat down: "I saw you flying over with great fanfare, and I knew your intention."

"I'm very happy that you can take the time to come over."

"From now on, I will be in charge of the Salesian Home, so don't worry."

"I see you have grown up, don't you know your ambitions? You and I have the same views."

"I will try my best to find talents among them and provide them to the royal family."

"The soil becomes a mountain, and the armpits become fur. Such continuous accumulation will definitely help the royal family to fight against the forces of many important ministers."

Having said this, Zhu Hou sighed deeply.

"Now Nandou Kingdom, the Meng family, the Su family, etc. are all in trouble."

"The Emperor was deeply hurt in his later years and failed to deal with it all, leaving such a big mess for his descendants."

Zhu Xuanzhi remained silent, he did not want to blame his ancestors.

No matter what, the founding emperor of Nandou Kingdom was able to create such a foundation, and his merits definitely outweighed his faults.

Seeing Zhu Xuanji's melancholy expression, Zhu Hou took the initiative to change the topic: "By the way, Xiaoji, I found a good item when I was sorting out Li Leifeng's things!"

"Come and see."

Zhu Hou showed a mysterious look, took out a jade slip and handed it to Zhu Xuanzhi.

The surface of this jade slip is smooth, the kind that becomes smooth after being used frequently and rubbed. Apparently, Li Leifeng often used it during his lifetime.

Zhu Xuanji took the jade slip and scanned the contents with his spiritual consciousness.

He immediately discovered that this was Li Leifeng's diary during his lifetime.

This diary mainly records some outstanding orphans in the Salesian Home.

Li Leifeng is very good at discovering the strengths of these children and then judging whether they are excellent seeds for cultivation.

Li Leifeng even made a detailed form. In the form, detailed records were recorded according to name and time.

Zhu Xuanzhi looked at the form carefully and found out: Li Leifeng not only took care of the orphans in the Salesian Home, but sometimes he also helped some poor children outside the home.

Although the Salesian Hospital receives funding from various parties, overall its resources are still limited.

From this form, we can see Li Leifeng's philosophy in running the Salesian Home.

He did not make a big pot of rice and use the resources equally. Instead, he used as much as he could and focused on investing in more qualified orphans.

On the one hand, he hopes that he can have someone to succeed him. Therefore, he has been actively cultivating successors.

On the other hand, he also hopes that these resources can be used in more valuable places and receive as much positive feedback as possible.

He very much hopes that he can cultivate some successful monks. After these monks have enough energy, they can continue to provide more resources to the Salesian Academy, thus forming a positive cycle.

Zhu Xuanji sighed: "As expected of Li Leifeng, his kind and caring heart spreads out from this jade slip."

Holding this old jade slip in his hand, he felt it was full of weight.

Li Leifeng ran the Salesian Home with great care. Such care, in Zhu Xuanji's opinion, was even more valuable than a magic weapon!

Zhu Hou saw the change in Zhu Xuanzhi's expression and smiled: "Are you a little more cheerful now?"

He continued to comfort Zhu Xuanji and said, "Xiaoji, you are under too much pressure."

"You have to know that you are not the only one working hard, everyone is moving forward together."

"Don't criticize yourself too much or be too strict with yourself."

"You've done a great job."

"Perhaps, sometimes you make mistakes, but who can make mistakes?"

"As long as you are a monk, you are a human being, and you will make mistakes as long as you are a human being."

"Now that our royal family's talents are withering, a cultivation seed like you has emerged."

"Don't bear too much on your shoulders, and don't think that you are always fighting alone."

"People like me, Uncle Clan, even though they are not good at cultivation and qualifications, they can still contribute to the royal family. When a small amount is added up, this power cannot be underestimated."

Zhu Xuanji said seriously: "Thank you very much, Uncle Clan, for your concern."

After Zhu Hou's care, he felt much better indeed.
To be continued...