Extra: Facing the turbulent Forgotten River, all the causes and consequences are but dust.

The Hades was still very panicked when they received the imperial edict from the Three Yuans and Nine Prefectures for an investigation.

Only the judge remained calm and not panicked at all.

"Why are you panicking? He's an old acquaintance! We're friends!"

The judge's boss was silent for a moment, "Do you know that the whole Heavenly Palace is really afraid of that person?"

"That person, with only the cultivation of Yuanjun, brought several immortals together to expose the conspiracy, personally killed the demons that seized Fusang, and cleared the remaining poisons of the past 100,000 years. After being conferred the title of Emperor, he also conducted a thorough investigation of the entire Heavenly Palace, and the entire Heavenly Palace was completely replaced! I heard from the Ghost Emperor that the atmosphere is completely different from the last time he went up! Everyone's attitude is not like that of the heavenly, as if there are mortals in the Heavenly Palace. In the past, he looked down on people, but now Shen Tu can see the top of people."

After King Yan finished speaking, he shook his head and said, "This is amazing, this is amazing."

The entire Three Realms should be grateful to Emperor Lingwei, except for the immortal officials and ghost officials who are under surveillance.

The people in the underworld felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and were trembling with fear when they received Lin Du.

Lin Du was in a good mood and brought a group of people down with him, as if they were going on a trip.

When Shen Tu received her, he exclaimed in amazement, "The Emperor is truly born extraordinary. I really didn't misjudge him."

Lin Du took out the Fu Sheng Fan with a smile, "Come on, come on, you're the first one, no one's watching, let's finish it quickly."

"We just met, and you treat me like this?" Shen Tu's eyes widened. "It's really sad."

"It's not good to be sad. When someone takes the position of Hou Tu, do you think I will still come to monitor?"

Lin Du sat down leisurely, "Don't worry, I believe you."

Shen Tu said she couldn't let it go, but she finally started to look back every few steps before entering the Floating Life Fan. Even the Emperor of Heaven had entered, so she had no reason not to go in.

Finally, she asked curiously, "How did you convince the Emperor to enter the Floating Life Fan?"

Lin Du shook his head and raised a finger to indicate that this was a secret.

It was just that Fuso took advantage of the small handle that Yan Qing gave him.

Shen Tu, who had suffered and received blessings, put down the burden in his heart and said with emotion, "You are really so sudden. You issued an edict and we were not prepared."

Lin Du turned his head and looked towards the gates of hell in the distance, "It seems that the time is almost up, let's wait for an old friend."

Shen Tu was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and exclaimed in amazement, "You are a great emperor, and you abuse your private power."

She said this, but silently gave him a step, "Go to the Ghost Gate to monitor first."

In the Dongming Realm, which is said to be the deepest place closest to the underworld, someone seemed to have sensed something and looked up at the sky.

Throughout his life, he was a slave in his childhood, had a teacher at a young age, became apostate in the middle, and only came to his senses at the end.

Hou Cang stood up. On this last day, he wanted to go somewhere and take a look.

The new oasis of Dongming Realm is now gradually growing in spiritual energy, with lush vegetation and more and more people moving here.

He walked through the streets and alleys, passed by teahouses, and listened to the most popular stories there.

"Thousands of years ago, this place was originally a demon world! First, a Buddhist from the Tantric school fed the demons with his body and sealed the Eye of Sin! Then, the leader of the Supreme Sect, Lin Tuan Xianzun, offered sacrifices to the Heavenly Dao to replenish the spiritual energy. You all know that the Wanli Defense Wall was originally built to block the evil demons!"

"Thousands of years ago, the Supreme Sect led all the monks in the world to kill all the evil demons! In the end, the Immortal Master Lin Du set up a large formation alone and purified all the evil energy in the demon world, which led to the creation of a new land here."

"That Immortal Master Lin Du was only thirteen years old when he was listed on the Blue Cloud Ranking! He became famous at a young age, and at the age of twenty, he led the elites of Zhongzhou to break the evil formation of the evil spirit! Those eyes can see through the true form of the evil spirit at a glance! At that time, many people on the border used the portrait of Immortal Master Lin Du to ward off evil spirits!"

The storyteller talked endlessly about past events.

Hou Cang stopped walking and listened to the storytelling in the teahouse. The streets were bustling with people. A child was holding a sugar figurine and looking at the person next to him curiously, "Hey, mother, what is an evil demon? What does it look like?"

The nun replied, "I have never seen one either, so I don't know. I only know that it eats people, especially children. It is very evil, the most vicious thing in the world."

"Has grandma seen it?"

"My grandmother has never seen it either. It happened so long ago. It's just a legend."

The woman walked away with the ignorant child.

The child's clear voice pierced through the noisy crowd and fell into Hou Cang's ears. He suddenly shook his head and laughed.

Yes, it's just a long-standing legend.

That night, the queen quietly passed away.

His myriad of thoughts finally calmed down. Changfeng passed by here and finally returned.

Hou Cang’s soul fell at the gate of hell, and then he saw some familiar yet blurry faces.

Lin Du in the middle still looked lazy, but his aura was even more profound, and there was a faint divine light around him, like a lone reflection in the snow in the dark underworld.

Yan Qing was busy writing beside him. Yuan Ye looked up and saw him. His eyes lit up. He pulled the bowstring and started playing music. Ni Jinxuan stood up quickly, "Great! Uncle Master is here!"

"Congratulations, uncle! What a happy funeral!" Yuan Ye was full of enthusiasm.

Hou Cang turned around quickly, "I must have come to the wrong door, really, I came to the wrong door."

What the hell? These bastards haven’t changed at all in thousands of years.

Also, why would something like ascension appear in the underworld? Don’t you think this is unreasonable?

The ghost stopped him, "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Are you trying to escape?"

Hou Cang grabbed him and said, "Let me ask you, is this the underworld? The underworld of reincarnation?"

The ghost looked at him as if he were a fool. "That's not necessarily the case. It could also be the underworld where you are thrown into a sea of ​​fire and swords."

Lin Du said as he swung the Fu Sheng Fan, "Ah, Brother, are you surprised? Are you surprised? We have come here specially to send you into the reincarnation cycle!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he could smell the smell that deserved a beating. Hou Cang was sure that it was not an illusion, nor the delirium of a dying person, but Lin Du himself.

He turned to look at the ghost next to him, "Why is she here?"

The ghost wanted to throw the ghost into the oil pan, but he couldn't. "This is... Emperor Lingwei from the fairy world. He came down to monitor. My friend, please cooperate with our work."

Lin Du laughed quietly, and felt a little angry and embarrassed afterwards. But when the group of little bastards also started laughing, he was no longer angry.

Hou Cang walked over and said, "Alright, that's enough. I haven't even been reincarnated yet and I'm already being annoyed to death!"

Lin Du was still sitting, looking up at his rare pale face, "Hey, how are you? You won't cry secretly after we leave, will you?"

Hou Cang took a step back and said, "Am I such a hateful person? That's enough for you guys."

He saw Lin Du slowly stop laughing, then he looked at the three brats and asked, "How was it? Was the Heavenly Palace fun?"

The three of them nodded, "It's fun! It's especially fun under Junior Master's guidance!"

After work, you can go anywhere to have fun.

Hou Cang tilted his head and thought for a while, "That sounds good. I will try to repair it after I reincarnate."

Just as he was about to follow the ghost messenger to register, Lin Du suddenly called him, "Hey, before you leave, don't you want to see an old friend?"

Hou Cang turned to look at Lin Du, "Seeing you guys is enough of a headache... I won't leave if I stay for a while longer. I'd better give me a bowl of Meng Po soup and forget about you guys as soon as possible."

Lin Du tilted his head, "Are you sure?"

"I do..." Hou Cang suddenly stopped talking and looked at a purple figure approaching from a distance.

She stood in front of the stone bridge. There was no wind in the underworld, but Hou Cang could clearly smell the faint smell of alcohol that was the most profound in her memory.

Hou Cang suddenly raised his hand and touched his eyes, wanting to see if it was just a dream.

There was Lin Du, the three noisy bastards whom he disliked but had to take care of, and... his god.

"What? You don't recognize Master?" She smiled faintly, just like before, with a warm gaze, like a field where all living things rely on.

Hou Cang laughed softly, "Lin Du... I really didn't like you from the beginning."

He was dressed in a long, grey robe and walked towards the rapids.

When he arrived in front of Lin Tuan, he bowed and saluted, "Master."

After many years of separation, the old face of the old friend is now covered with new frost.

"You have done a great job in this life. You have accumulated a lot of merit. Your next life will be even smoother. You will be healthy and have a harmonious family. You will probably be able to rise to the top and become a gifted person."

Lin Tuan was still instructing him on the way forward as before. Hou Cang listened carefully and then spoke, "It is not important whether one has talent or not. In the practice of cultivation, what makes one succeed is not talent but character. If my mind is not far-reaching, I am afraid I will not be able to achieve the great way. No matter what, I must live a good life, just like you, Master, taught me."

It’s a pity that there is no other master in the world, and when he comes back, he won’t have the master’s careful guidance.

Today, after having completely realized and completely lost, he has long since struggled out of the quagmire of obsession. He has also regretted his past treason, outrageous words, and repeated harm.

He had indeed truly loved Lin Tuan. In the first half of his life, he had poured all his positive emotions into just one person. He pondered over and over whether love was about encroachment, possession, destruction, and obsession, or the relief of letting go.

Finally, he understood how short and how long a person's life is. If all the emotions were put into one person, he would miss too many things. After Lintuan left, he watched the wind rise, the sun rise, the moon set, and the tides rise and fall. He was finally moved, having felt nothing before.

He accepts his feelings openly, but he shouldn't let his feelings bind himself. Love and adversity are not the chains that trap him, but what he can't get and what he can't have are the ropes that trap him.

If he realizes earlier that it is unattainable and cannot be obtained, and realizes its uselessness, then he will be able to have happiness.

Lin Tuan looked at Hou Cang in front of him. His hair was a little frosted. His face, which used to be more cold and ruthless, seemed much calmer today, as if there was a bit of her shadow in it.

She looked at him intently, "You have to walk your own path from now on."

Hou Cang nodded seriously, then looked into the distance, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "What about you? Are you doing well now?"

Lin Tuan heard this and smiled warmly, "Okay, of course it's great, this is where I will prove my truth."

The master and the disciple walked the last section of the road, and from now on they went back to their old ways.

Those thoughts that were as unruly as weeds, when they left the fertile soil, finally sprouted and became independent trees.

Not far away, Yuan Ye sighed with regret, "Oh no, I forgot to ask, who made the coffin for my uncle? Did they use the coffin I left in the sect?"

Lin Du shook his head, "Who knows? Didn't you hear what the ghost who came down the day before yesterday said? The Supreme Sect is now very wealthy, the number one sect in the Dongming Realm."

The wind is wild, the wilderness is vast, facing the turbulent Forgetful River, all the rise and fall of fate, are just dust.