I am doing meritorious deeds in Liaozhai

The merit is certainly not unique to her.

She just has a jade seal of merit, which can clearly record the number of merit, and she is just using it now.

The merits and virtues of others are invisible, but it does not mean that they do not exist. If they are not repaid in this life, they will be repaid in the next life after death.

Sometimes she wonders if she has spent her merits ahead of time, will it affect the future.

However, when the strength is strong, there are always more things that can be done than when the strength is low.

With a higher cultivation base and a longer lifespan, she invested in the current stage.

Although monks are honored as immortal masters, they are actually just some powerful people. I have never heard of anyone who cultivated to become immortal and live forever.

It's just that they live longer, hundreds or thousands of years, and there will be a day when they will die.

But my father can take the body of a mortal and become a ghost after death.

Before he died, he specially emphasized to her that he should do good deeds to accumulate virtue, and Song Yushan didn't believe it had nothing to do with it.

Father must be trying to remind her of something.

Qin Yuan didn't believe it: "City God? How is it possible? Some small towns have City God Temples, but they are just decorations. City Gods are just things imagined in mortal stories. You and I are both monks. After learning the Sky Eye Technique, you even go to Live in the underworld, don’t you know if there are ghosts and gods in the underworld?”

"The City God must exist. I saw with my own eyes that a ghost messenger came to pick up my father and went to a place called Quxia to serve as the City God.

Master also saw it, and my father entrusted me to Master on purpose.

Moreover, the ghosts of relatives in my ancestral grave all left with my father on the day he passed away. "

Song Yushan insisted that there could not be so many coincidences.

Qin Yuan was startled: "Could it be that there are ghosts and gods in this world? Even monks have no chance to become real immortals, but mortals can be ghosts and gods?"

Song Yushan nodded: "There must be. Kyushu is so big, and Linjiang County doesn't have it. It doesn't mean that other counties don't have it. Qingzhou doesn't mean it doesn't mean other states don't have it. It's not even known whether there is a mainland outside of Kyushu. Even monks don't necessarily miss out." True immortals, it's just that we sit in a well and look at the sky, and what we see is narrow."

Qin Yuan's heart was shaken, thoughtful, and the spiritual energy in his body was violent: "Okay, I'm going to advance!"

She bounced off the stool all at once, before she even had time to open the door, she jumped out of the open window, went to the open air in the backyard, sat down cross-legged, and exercised her mind.

Song Yushan just took a bite of the egg, and the senior sister on the opposite side disappeared: "Is this an epiphany?"

Today is February [-]th, the moonlight should be good, but she looks at the sky during the day, and I am afraid that it will not be very clear at night. Not only is it cloudy, there may even be rain!
Song Yushan put the bowl in the courtyard and looked up at the sky. The moon was hidden behind the thick clouds, and the moonlight was indeed not thick.

I can see it more clearly than during the day, and there may be light rain in the second half of the night.

I don't know if the senior sister's advancement will be delayed?
Song Yushan looked at Tian worried, but he couldn't help.

She used her merits to attract Yuehua to practice, which could benefit the demon, but if she was replaced by a monk who also practiced Yuehua's mind, it would be a disservice to others and reduce the efficiency of others' cultivation.

Gan Ning's temple is so large that the courtyard wall directly circles the mountainside.

After all, the main hall where the patriarch was enshrined, the front yard and the guest courtyard were very close together, and together they were about the same size as her house, which was nothing compared to the area enclosed by the courtyard wall.

The senior sister said that the entire Cuiping Mountain, above the mountainside, is still scattered, with several courtyards scattered. Those are where the disciples of Guannei used to live, and now they are half abandoned.

It is also because the place is big enough that the senior sister dared to let her run an academy in Guanli.

Song Yushan couldn't help, so he could only go back to the house to finish eating the noodles, clear away the bowls and chopsticks, then sit on the threshold, look at the senior sister, and protect her.

She didn't dare to cultivate, for fear of stealing the power of Yuehua from her senior sister.

With nothing else to do, she took out Xiao Yi hidden in her sleeve, wrote a note, let it go to hell, and reported to her family.

After having Xiao Er and Xiao San, Xiao Yi stayed by her side permanently, and the remaining two, one was in the Yinshi Bookstore in Fushui County, and the other followed the blind scholar in the Yinshi of the county city, and they only came to add by the way every time they delivered a letter. Infuriating.

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Fushui County, Song Mansion, Jin Da, Big White Goose and Little Orange Cat are enjoying the moonlight in the yard.

In the absence of the young lady, Jin Da took on the responsibility of guarding the house and taking care of the family, and urged the two little demons to learn to practice.

He left a demonic aura on the walls and gates of the mansion, so when the dark aura came in through the cracks in the door, he immediately noticed it.

Go to the front yard to have a look, it's the lady's paper figurine!

Jin Da hastened to restrain his demonic aura, for fear of breaking the little guy, he had a letter from the young lady on him.

"quack?"

"Meow?"

Big White Goose and Little Pang Ju were also alarmed and followed.

"Miss has a letter!" Uncle Jin said succinctly, and he has already moved to the best position to read the letter next to Xiaoyi.

Because it is a letter from the underworld, there is no entity, and Xiaoyi can only open them to read.

Dabai and Xiaoju hurried over when they heard the words.

Now everyone is a literate monster and can read letters.

"I see the letter. Well, I just arrived in the county today, and I have already returned to the teacher's gate. Everything is fine, but I miss Uncle Jin's cooking.

The senior sister allowed me to run the Monster Academy in Guanzhong. After I repair the place, I will pick you up to the county town in a few days, don't worry about it. ——Song Yushan stays”

Jin Da was very sentimental, and wiped the corners of his eyes: "This is the first time Miss has been away from home for so long, she must not be used to eating outside, she has suffered a lot, but it's just good news and not bad news."

The big white goose patted his calf with its wings and comforted him: "Quack~"

The lady is very smart, she has arrived in the county so soon, and she has even found a place to stay, so why should she be so worried?
Chubby Ju felt the same way.

Miss is the smartest, kindest, richest and most powerful human being it has ever seen, the most powerful person, omnipotent!

Things that she couldn't solve, the three demons could only hold back.

The three demons had read the letter, so they went to the study together to find their pen, ink and stationery, and wrote back to the young lady.

One head is small, and the note that can be carried should not be too large. The three monsters are divided into one point, leaving little room for them to play.

Especially the big white goose and the little orange cat, one writes with wings and the other with small claws. They usually practice calligraphy on large sheets of paper, or write and draw in the sand table.

In order to write a few more words on the small note, I racked my brains.

Jin Da has changed his form, and he can write small and exquisite characters, but he has a thousand words, and even a small note is not enough for him.

He first wrote a long and large sheet of paper, densely packed, and tried to stuff it into Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to delete, delete, and delete, and copied it several times before he managed to finish writing it before dawn.

The notes were all burned to Xiaoyi, and it couldn't even fit in his pocket.

Putting a roll in his pocket, holding a roll in each of his left and right hands, he stumbled away.