The stone slabs are suspended in the air and wound into steps.

The monk stood halfway up the mountain, looking up at the moon, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, he lowered his head and continued walking up.

The Taoist priest in the old Taoist robe still sat cross-legged in the center of the high platform, with the maid sitting obediently behind him. There was also a calico cat playing with a tricolor ball on the high platform. He didn't care about the person or him, and at most he only watched when he came up.

When he turned around to look at him, he continued to be busy with his own affairs.

One paw moves the ball and the other paw blocks it. There is only one cat, but it is very busy.

Suddenly, the left paw was defeated by the right paw, and the ball was accidentally pushed to the edge of the high platform. It was not stopped in time and fell down.

"brush!"

The cat immediately rushed over and squatted on the edge of the stone platform, staring at the falling cloth ball.

The stone pillars are dozens of feet high.

The cat was stunned for a while, watching the cloth ball fall. After seeing where it landed, he turned around and ran down to pick it up.

The monk sat in front of the Taoist again.

"Taoist Master Song, you are polite."

"Master, what's the matter?"

The monk said directly without any nonsense: "The poor monk wants to stay in the ghost town and save the evil ghosts of wronged souls."

"..."

Song You paused for a while and then asked: "What is duhua?"

"Those who hate will feel at ease, and those who are evil will do good."

"How long will you stay?"

"There is no need for poor monks here."

"Master must know that if the underworld is built, the future will be the path of reincarnation." Song You said, "These wronged souls and evil spirits that Master saved will have to start over again once they enter reincarnation."

"A moment of peace of mind is also a moment of peace of mind. A moment of kindness is also a kind of heart."

"What about the people in the human world?"

"There are many monks in the world, but there is only one poor monk in the ghost town."

"But what if I say that in this ghost city, the master can only comfort the ghosts' hearts and persuade them to do good, but cannot preach the Dharma?"

The monk was unmoved after hearing this, his face remained calm, he clasped his hands together and lowered his head, saying only one sentence:

"This is the Dharma of the poor monk."

"Master, have you thought about it?"

"I've thought about it."

Song You stopped asking him any more questions and just said truthfully: "Master has been traveling around the ghost city with the Yin official during this period. I wonder if he heard from the Yin official that in the original plan between the Imperial Master and the Heavenly Palace, due to the reincarnation of the earth and the underworld,

It is said that Buddhist thought is involved, and there is a place left for a certain Bodhisattva from Buddhism in this underworld."

"The poor monk is not a Bodhisattva, nor does he dare to be a Bodhisattva."

"Do you still remember what I said to the master when I returned to the county in Hezhou? The master is destined to become a Buddha." Song You said lightly, "Now the master's Dharma is superb and his merits are immeasurable. Just by returning to the county, he is no less than a Buddha."

There are many gods and Buddhas in heaven, not to mention the merits of other places."

"A poor monk has a humble way of doing things and is too embarrassed to hold this position."

"That's wrong." Song You shook his head and said, "Today the master is willing to stay here, in order to solve the confusion of the ghosts, to eliminate the grievances of the ghosts, and to persuade the evil ghosts to do good. From now on, he is willing to abandon the scenery of the world and stay here without seeing the sun and the moon.

The ghost town has become the Buddha of the ghost spirits here."

"The poor monk doesn't do this."

"I have been waiting for the master for a long time." Song You said sincerely as he did to the True Lord Yue Wang, "Whether it is up to the Heavenly Palace to decide which Bodhisattva will sit here, or whether it is up to the Lord Buddha to decide, I am not at ease and will never agree.

If the master is not willing, you can freely walk around the ghost city, but that position will always be empty. If the master is willing, I will naturally leave the Heavenly Palace and Buddhism to me. From now on, the master will sit in the ghost city, whether he is a Buddha or a Bodhisattva.

, Yin spirits in the underworld, people in the world naturally have scales in their hearts."

The monk clasped his hands together and sat with his eyes closed.

The moonlight shines and the sound of the piano floats.

The monk's appearance has changed a lot compared to a few years ago.

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

"Amitabha……"

The monk opened his eyes and asked him: "Can the gods and Buddhas in the sky easily agree to the Taoist priest?"

"That's my business." Song You also responded to him, "Master and I each have our own strengths, just like when we returned to the county, master does what he is good at, and I do what I am good at, that's all."

"Amitabha……"

The monk lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name again, and then slowly stood up. His eyes were as bright as pearls. He stood up and said to the Taoist: "Does the Taoist still remember what the poor monk said?"

"Please say."

"Although the poor monk does not have the ability to tell fortunes and look into the sky, he has an eye that can see the heart. The world is in chaos, and the Taoist Master will not continue to be free and easy."

"..."

This sentence also pulled Song You into the wind and snow that day.

What did you say back then?

All have been forgotten.

The monk has gone down.

Halfway through, I looked up at the bright moon again and remained silent for a long time.

In fact, he has only been in this ghost town for a month and a half. The last time he saw the bright moon was two months ago, but now he is willing to stay here because he is afraid that he will not be able to see the bright moon for a long time.

The monk lowered his head and continued walking down.

The cat grunted and finally climbed up.

This cat is just playing with a ball. It's not playing anywhere, but it has to play on this high platform of tens of feet. It often falls down, and just picking up the ball up and down is very troublesome.

…

Autumn passes and winter comes.

The gods from the Heavenly Palace came a few more times, and the Aoki Immortal was still the one delivering messages.

Song You liked to deal with this immortal man. He did not help Tiangong with persuasion, but only acted as a middleman to spread the word.

Song You was not a national master, and had no exchange of interests with them, so he would not back down.

It is necessary to invite the Yue Wang Shenjun to be the Ghost Emperor to rule over the underworld.

We want to invite He Xianweng to be the king of the first palace, that is, He Xiang who stood up to help the building collapse and save the people from fire and water when Dayan was in crisis decades ago. In the end, he was touched by the people in the process.

He died for the benefit of the powerful class. After his death, he became a god due to the people's incense and belief. It is said that he also had a fate with the ancestor of Song You - when he went to the East to search for good seeds, he received the guidance of Taoist God.

Although Song You had never met Taoist Tiansuan, his master's master always sounded friendly to him.

Such a virtuous, capable, and immeasurable meritorious minister, who was a famous minister for thousands of years and was killed by the royal family, is also a sinecure in the Heavenly Palace, so it is most suitable for him to serve as the emperor.

Song You directly talked to him and asked him to take office. As for whether Tiangong recognized him or not, it actually didn't matter.

As long as they dare not send troops to challenge it, the ghosts in the underworld will recognize it, the people in the world will recognize it, and the palace in heaven will also recognize it.

The gods are just like this, existing in the hearts of the world, not on the altars or sacred books of Taoist temples.

Buddhism also came here once.

It's just that Buddhism is weak, and it's not necessarily up to you to decide who will be in charge of the underworld. Now that Song You is so tough, Xiangang's messenger only asked if he knew who it was, and left respectfully.

…

Winter is also gradually leaving.

In the early spring of the ninth year of Mingde.

A ghost town on earth will be built.

At this time, the area near Yeshan is no longer desolate, but has a lot of greenery. A little girl is sitting cross-legged on the mountain, practicing seriously, and getting closer to the big demon every day.

Yanzi was a little troubled.

In the past nearly a year, he had worked hard to bring grass seeds and spread them for dozens of miles around Yeshan Mountain. Not only had the wood spirit method made rapid progress, but his own magical powers had also made great progress.

The yin and ghost energy here has almost completely dissipated, but this kind of grass is still affected by it and does not grow as lushly as the wild grasses in other places.

However, the Green Wood Immortal came here for the last time. When he was leaving, he said that there were only weeds but no trees here, which was uncoordinated, so he waved his hand and caused many trees to grow on the ground, and they all grew lush and green.

Swallow often goes there to understand the mystery.

Suddenly there was a great spiritual light behind him.
To be continued...