I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 29: Immortal's Conferment
The green mountains are bright and the stars are distant.

A squirrel jumped down from a treetop not far away, took two steps at a time, and leaped onto the incense table. Then it stood up, holding its two little paws together as if bowing.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu smiled and bowed: "Good evening, young Taoist friend!"

The squirrel bowed in return, flicked its tail, and turned to run deep into the forest.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at Lu Wujiu.

Lu Wujiu reacted and followed confidently.

There was no mountain path to follow, but wherever I went, the grass and trees bent low, and the thorns gave way. When I came across mountain streams, creeks, and gullies, branches intertwined to form wooden bridges, making the journey as smooth as walking on flat ground.

Lu Wujiu looked at it curiously and followed slowly behind. After going around in circles, he unknowingly arrived at a cliff.

The cliff is clean and tidy, with stone tables, stone benches and Boshan stoves.

A middle-aged man sat at the stone table, stroking the squirrel with his right hand and gesturing with his left hand:

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

Lu Wujiu bowed, strolled over, and sat down opposite the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man made a cup of tea.

"The mountains and fields are barren, and we can only offer you simple tea. I hope you will forgive me!"

"You're welcome, fellow Taoist!"

Lu Wujiu took the teacup, took a sip, praised it as "good tea", and then said politely:
"I've heard for a long time that Lao Lu is a god, but I'm busy with things at my temple, so I only came to visit today. I hope you won't mind."

"Everyone who comes is a guest. How can there be any reason to blame them?"

"You still don't know what to call your friend?"

"My given name is Gong, and I took Lao Lu's old name as my surname!"

Lu Wujiu's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled and said, "What a good name!"

The Old Lushan God obviously noticed Lu Wujiu's strange expression and asked, "Is there anything wrong with this name?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that my name is the same as an old friend's, so I feel a little emotional."

"I see, that's fate."

"Yes, this is what we call destiny meeting each other even though they are thousands of miles apart."

The topic started with names and gradually became lively. The two of them were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, chatting about mountains, water, and the hundreds of monsters in the mountains.

However, Lao Lu Mountain God seems to be amiable, but he is actually cautious and cautious. When he talks about the mountain moon and the breeze, he talks freely.

When talking about the hundreds of monsters in the mountains, none of them knew anything, and none of them asked much. It was obvious that they were wary of Lu Wujiu and did not want to offend the monsters in the mountains.

Originally, Lu Wujiu wanted to find out more about Wangying, the King of Ghosts, but after seeing the appearance of the old Lushan God, his plan ended in vain.

Fortunately, his purpose of coming here was to make himself familiar with the place.

There will be plenty of time in the future, so there is no need to rush.

As the night deepened, Lu Wujiu was about to get up and say goodbye, but something moved his mind and he suddenly turned his head to look at the sea of ​​clouds beyond the cliff.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a bit of darkness that could not be concealed by the night, rolling up and down in the clouds, getting closer and closer. In just a moment, it reached the cliff. It was actually a goshawk with a wingspan of more than nine feet.

Sitting on the back of the goshawk was a short man wearing a conical hat.

When the hawk landed, the man in the bamboo hat immediately jumped down. When he looked up, he saw a fox face under the bamboo hat. Looking closely, he found it was a fox spirit.

"Lao Gong, long time no see!"

The old Lushan God stood up and bowed, "So it's the Left Protector. I apologize for not coming to greet you in person!"

The left protector took off his bamboo hat and hung it behind him, his eyes falling on Lu Wujiu:

"Does this person look unfamiliar?"

"I am Lu Wujiu, a guest official of the Old Law Temple."

"So you're Master Li's men. How disrespectful!"

The left guardian said he was being disrespectful, but his actions were perfunctory. He bowed casually and said to the old Lushan God, "Old Gong, it's time to pay this month's tribute!"

Old Lushan God was surprised: "Didn't we just have sex ten days ago?"

The left protector said casually, "Really? Look at my memory. I've been running around so much that I've forgotten everything."

The old Lushan deity said, "The left protector has worked hard!" "It's not hard to work for the king!"

The Left Protector waved his hand and said, "Forget it! Since we're here, why not pay next month's tribute at once? This will save me from having to make another trip."

The old Lushan God's face turned pale. "Forgive me, Left Protector. I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare anything..."

The Left Protector interrupted without hesitation: "Are you saying that I came at the wrong time?"

"No no!"

"Take as many as you can!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

At this moment, the old Lushan God no longer had his previous elegance and grace. With a forced smile on his face, he directed a few squirrels to run over.

The squirrel was holding various medicinal herbs in his hands.

Just looking at the age, they are not very old, only about three to five years.

Seeing this, the left protector snorted coldly, picked up the hat, put all the herbs into it, put it on his head, mounted the goshawk, and flew away.

Not long after, the cliff became deserted again.

But the elegance of sitting and discussing things before has long disappeared without a trace.

Old Lushan God gave a bitter laugh and sat down on the stone bench: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, fellow Taoist."

Lu Wujiu shook his head: "May I ask who this Left Protector is?"

The old Lushan God said, "He is the left guardian of the Black Dragon King. He has a Jiazi power and is unrivaled in Yunsong."

Lu Wujiu said, "I see that fellow Daoist's cultivation is not inferior to his?"

Old Lushan God smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Naturally, he was not afraid of the Left Protector, but he was afraid of his leader, the Black Dragon King.

The Black Dragon King regards himself as the Lord of Yunsong.

It is said that if one has cultivated for two centuries, he is indeed an extraordinary person. However, he is greedy and cruel, and he levies heavy taxes on the spirits and monsters around him. If they disobey, he will either skin them alive or beat them to death, and make them his meal.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wujiu asked in surprise:
"I didn't expect there were such evil spirits in the mountains. Are there no cultivators to slay them?"

The old Lushan God sighed and said:
"The Black Dragon King never crosses the borders of the human race, so naturally no one interferes. Unfortunately, although I call myself the God of Laolu Mountain, I am ultimately one step behind and have never been able to be canonized as a god. Otherwise, why would I be so afraid of the Black Dragon King?"

Having said this, Lao Lushanshen suddenly realized that he had said too much and quickly changed the subject.

Lu Wujiu pretended not to hear, but had some vague guesses in his mind.

Mountain gods and the like, since they are called gods, are mostly made gods through worshipping incense.

In other words, the ascension ceremony of the Laolu Mountain God should be enjoyed by all the people!
It is not difficult to understand why there are so many incense sticks at the fork in the road at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Ying said that it was most likely to ascend to become a mountain god. It must have been enjoying the incense in the mountains for a long time, but no one knew why it couldn't ascend to the mountain?
Lu Wujiu shook his head inwardly. Seeing that the old Lushan God was talking about something else, he simply stood up and said goodbye: "It's late at night, I won't disturb you anymore. Goodbye!"

"Fellow Daoist, take care! Xiaoli, go and see you off."

The squirrel next to the old Lushan God immediately jumped down and led the way in front of Lu Wujiu.

With the squirrel leading the way, the complex and changeable mountain path immediately became as smooth as a whetstone. Not long after, Lu Wujiu returned to the stone wall at the foot of the mountain.

"Thank you, little Taoist friend, for leading the way!"

Lu Wujiu bowed in thanks.

"Squeak!"

The squirrel squeaked in response, jumped lightly, climbed up the tree trunk next to it, climbed to the treetop, and disappeared without a trace.

Lu Wujiu took a deep breath, looked at the cliff at the fork in the road, stretched out his hand and took out a stick of incense, sucked his lips and blew gently, and the incense ignited without fire.

Since the rituals of Lao Lushan God are worshipped by the people, let’s lend him a helping hand!
He then raised the incense to his forehead, bowed slightly, inserted it into the incense burner, turned around and left.

He was completely unaware that the incense was visible but the thoughts were intangible. This thought of helping each other moved with the incense, straight into the ninth heaven, in search of the master.

At this time, the old Lu Mountain God who had sent Lu Wujiu away sighed heavily, feeling the great perfection of his sixty years of cultivation, and the final push that he could never take to become the Mountain God.

At that moment, a wisp of incense came from the void, like a drop of heavenly flower, falling into the sea of ​​qi and overflowing for a period of time.

"This incense... is this a decree from an immortal?!"

(End of this chapter)