Tu Shanjun sat down and waved his hand to signal Master Ruzang not to be so nervous.

Ruzang looked at the main soul of Chengdao, with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

At that time, the two people's cultivation levels were almost the same. I didn't expect Tushanjun to have such great perseverance and achieve enlightenment in the sacred place. Now when they meet again, Ru Zang says Amitabha, but he can no longer see the other person's aura.

"We'll chat later."

"I will first look for someone for the master." Tushanjun knew Ruzang's eagerness and immediately showed the way.

Peach blossoms of life and death hang above the head, yin and yang millstones spin silk threads, and the treasure book of life and death is suspended in front of everyone. The birth date and birth date are written in detail, and personal spiritual objects are used.

Ghost hand seal.

Tu Shanjun personally unfolded the book of life and death.

The Huaguang of the avenue is painted into a picture of immortality.

Silk threads are truly spun, weaving destiny.

quite a while.

The Ghost King slowly opened his eyes.

There was a gloominess in his eyes.

Surprised: "The person the master is looking for is not in the book of life and death."

Wu Rong was shocked and said: "How is this possible?"

The Book of Life and Death records not only the living beings who have expired, but also all living beings.

If it is not in the book of life and death, either the other party has a very high level of cultivation and is far above the master, Tu Shanjun, or it is an anomaly and is not even recorded in the book of life and death.

There are not many anomalies, but throughout the ages, so many eras have passed, there are many anomalies, but it is not something to be afraid of.

"I can't help Master either." Tu Shanjun put away the Book of Life and Death and shook his head slightly.

"Thank you."

Ruzang bowed his hands and said with a smile: "The poor monk will still serve the Marquis for a period of time as promised."

Wu Rong also felt very embarrassed.

It would be a fair trade for someone to find it and get it done.

But he didn't find it. He just used the treasure to make people use him. Isn't this too overbearing? So he hurriedly explained so that Master Ruzang didn't have to worry so much, let alone take the effectiveness seriously.

"The poor monk has made up his mind."

Hearing what Master Ruzang said, Wu Rong was happy but also suspicious.

But whether it was Buddhism's calculation or other conspiracy, now was the time to employ people, and he would not refuse.

It would be better to say that no one will be rejected.

The more people who place bets, the safer and more powerful he will be.

Ruzang lived in the mansion under the arrangement of the devil, waiting for Wu Rong to go to his fiefdom.

The fiefdom is still being selected. Although he has strength, he is not a Dao Lord after all. Naturally, other Dao Lords must choose first, and then it is his turn.

Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice: "He is the Buddhist disciple of Xitian, and he has many connections behind him."

"The implication is not extensive, how can you persuade me with just a few words?"

"It's complicated, so you have to be careful. If you're not careful, you'll be shattered into pieces."

Wu Rong stood up and looked at the blue sky outside the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Master, for the advice. Even if you die, it will just be that the disciple is not good at studying and will not be qualified for his destiny."

Having said this, Wu Rong showed a bright smile: "Master, I have realized it!"

"What?"

"The gods and ghosts have great destiny, and the limit is cut off by the sky!"

Tu Shanjun didn't know what Wu Rong had realized.

He couldn't see through the apprentice in front of him.

Even the Qing Emperor praised Wu Rong now.

The devil smiled flatteringly and said, "Sir, this is your invitation."

"Is that just a few copies?"

Wu Rong took it and looked at the few greeting cards.

Among them, there were those who gave gifts, some who wanted to make friends, and very few who responded. There were originally many, but Wu Rong set a standard. As long as he went up in the second step, the number of greetings suddenly dropped by a large margin.

Wu Rong snorted coldly: "I asked you to recruit talented people, did you really do it with all your heart?"

"Young Master Mingjian, I have indeed been working hard to show it, but those monks are all arrogant and arrogant. You don't want to take the first step. There is really no one."

"The first step can be achieved by pigs!"

Wu Rong put his big hand on the table and said with a sneer: "Enlightenment is only two steps, and having the true meaning is the second step. As long as the resources are sufficient, the normal accumulation of thirty to fifty years is the second step."

"Those wasted old cultivators, what do I want them to do?"

"Give them old age care?"

"Even if you don't have your own way, you can still take the second step by learning, borrowing, stealing..."

"Young men from these aristocratic families in Wangcheng really think they rely on their talent to learn?"

"That's it!"

Wu Rong waved his hands and said: "I'm too lazy to argue with them. I chose the fiefdom early. There are thousands of talents. I can feed countless second-step monks with the Yinhun Dan."

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but be speechless.

This was the first time he saw Wu Rong getting so angry.

I don’t blame those monks, even if Wu Rong defeated Dao Lord, if they really had to choose, they would choose Dao Lord instead of the Great Sage.

It's really annoying when no one comes to deliver.
Chapter completed!