I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 32: The mountain god's corpse as a whip?
This change was as subtle as ripples, and if Lu Wujiu was not the owner of the human skin book, he would not be able to detect it at all.

Somehow, the human skin book has a connection with the world.

To be precise, the human skin book had a slight connection with the noisy crowd not far away.

He subconsciously looked at the villagers celebrating their birthday not far away, and raised his hand, and a book appeared in his palm:

——It was the [Book of Life and Death] in the human skin book.

I originally thought that these were books needed for rituals, but now the pages were turning without wind, and when they reached the blank spaces, lines of ink stains suddenly appeared on the paper.

The ink stains may condense into words or become blurred.

[…, Ji Tao in his previous life, a native of Changxing Village, Nanyang, born in the year of Jiayin, the month of Bingzi, the day of Gengxu, and the hour of Xinsi…]

Lu Wujiu stared at the line of text in a daze, his heart already filled with turbulent waves.

He still underestimated the power of the human skin book.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the life and death of the newborn baby in the distance depended entirely on his thoughts.

Because part of his soul comes from Ji Tao;

Before reincarnation, Ji Tao was tempered on the Cliff of Resurrection. During the tempering process, he had silently integrated into the "Tao" of the underworld.

Therefore, in this life, not only was Ji Tao's identity information recorded, but even his life and death were controlled by the Book of Life and Death.

If you want to escape the Three Realms and avoid reincarnation in the future, you will probably have to become an immortal before you can peel off the human skin book.

One leaf knows autumn.

The same is true for Ji Tao, and for the more than 20 dead souls who have been reincarnated.

If he continues to send the dead souls to reincarnate, then thousands of years later, wouldn't the life and death of all beings in this world depend entirely on his thoughts?
Thinking of this, Lu Wujiu's heart started beating wildly.

"Master, Master——"

Suddenly, a burst of excited shouts was heard.

When I looked up, I saw a young man holding a swaddling child, walking towards me quickly, his face full of joy, saying:
"What a coincidence! My baby met the Immortal Master right after he was born. It must be a blessing from my previous life. Immortal Master, can you give our baby a name that will bring him some immortal energy and bring him good luck?"

"What's your name, young master?"

"No need to give your surname Liu!"

Lu Wujiu nodded, looking at the little boy in the cradle whose face was scrunched up like a monkey, and thought for a moment before saying:
"After shedding his form in the midst of filth, his wings have grown. Let's call him Liu Yu!"

The young man did not understand what Lu Wujiu said, and felt that it was very profound and unfathomable. He murmured a few words of "Liu Yu" and then cheered excitedly:
"Okay, okay! I'll call you Liu Yu. Thank you, Master, for the name."

Lu Wujiu called out "Mercy" and floated away.

On the way, he picked up the Book of Life and Death again, and the information on the Book of Life and Death had changed.

[Liu Yu, Ji Tao in his previous life, was from Changxing Village, Nanyang, and was born in the Year of the Tiger...]

Everything was just as he had sensed. The Book of Life and Death could sense all the information of a person's reincarnation.

His only concern now was whether Li You had researched the ascending ritual in the human skin book himself or learned it from others.

If it's the former, everything is fine.

If it is the latter, is there anyone else in this world who has successfully ascended the stairs and transformed into an immortal in the book?

If so, what is he doing now?
Hiding in the human world, silently carrying out the soul replacement plan?
Wouldn’t the other gods notice it?
Even if it is not noticed, the immortals in the book are already so powerful, how terrifying would those who ascended to immortality through other rituals be?
"call……"

Lu Wujiu let out a light breath. The more powerful the human skin book was, the more cautious he had to be.

A human skin book that cannot grow is ultimately just a magic weapon.

In this world, there really is a god above our heads.

Thinking of this, he took out the Seven Star Sword from the human skin book and put it on his back.

He then took out the Three Purities Bell, the Forest-driving Whip, talisman paper, silver and money, etc. and put them into his sleeve pocket.

I decided that in the future, I would not use the human skin book in front of others unless it was necessary, even when using a magic weapon, so as not to expose the secret!
In a complex mood of excitement and anxiety, Lu Wujiu walked further and further along the country road in the mountains. It was not until noon that he set foot on the official road.

Finally, I saw people on the road.

After asking around, I found out that the nearest county town is half a day's walk away.

Fortunately, he is a cultivator. Although his cultivation level is low and he has been cultivating for... less than a year, he is still much faster than ordinary people.

At noon, we finally arrived at our destination - Biancheng.

This is called a city, but in fact, it is just a settlement surrounded by a three-meter earthen wall.

It looks simple from the outside, but once you enter the city gate, you're greeted by the hustle and bustle of life. The small main road is crowded with vendors hawking all kinds of goods.

Unfortunately, it was the middle of winter and there was little green to be seen. Most of the things I saw were handmade products.

Winnowing baskets, fermented black beans, dried goods, furs, livestock, firewood... and the list goes on.

Lu Wujiu found it interesting and walked around for several laps.

After eating a bowl of shepherd's purse wontons, I walked into a corner of the city while asking for directions along the way.

This is an inconspicuous alley in the southwest corner of Biancheng. The narrow bluestone alley is filled with carts loaded with wooden barrels. Before you get close, you can smell the disgusting stench.

These are dung carts.

They collect manure from door to door during the day and transport it out of the city to use as fertilizer at night.

It looks disgusting, but in fact, this is a job that countless villagers are scrambling to do, under the euphemism of digging out night incense.

Without this thing, the crops in the fields would hardly be able to feed the family.

Lu Wujiu walked deeper into the alley with an expressionless face.

Everyone I met on the road was surprised.

He seemed surprised. How could such a noble person appear here?
At the end of the alley, outside a courtyard with its doors wide open, several barefoot children were running around in the middle of winter. Lu Wujiu walked to the door and called out, "Is anyone there?"

Not long after, an old man came out timidly: "Master, who are you looking for?"

"An old friend of mine is missing, so I came to see him."

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, whatever you want."

When Lu Wujiu stepped into the courtyard, a foul odor, completely different from the stench of feces outside the courtyard, hit him in the face.

But I saw the yard was full of coffins.

This is the Biancheng Charity Cemetery, where most of the bodies are of people who died in a foreign land, as well as those whose families were too poor to afford burial.

Lu Wujiu asked a few questions in a pretentious manner, looked at a few ownerless corpses, then donated half a catty of money and turned to leave.

When he left, the alley still smelled foul, but he felt much better.

His guess was correct, there were indeed some dead souls left in the charity cemetery.

Not many, only three hidden among the corpses, which is considered a small harvest.

Generally speaking, after a person dies, the soul, which loses the nourishment of the physical body, will soon dissipate between heaven and earth, returning to dust and earth to earth.

This is what the Taoists call "the soul returns to the Three Mountains, and the spirit returns to the Five Mountains."

But in fact, if a person's obsession and resentment have not dissipated, they may remain in the corpse, but at this time the soul is basically in a dying state, with only instincts left, and it will not last long.

It will disperse when blown by the wind, exposed to the sun, and pressed by the earth's air.

Only a very small number of those who are nourished by the yin energy of heaven and earth have the possibility of transforming into evil ghosts and resentful spirits and staying in the human world for a long time.

Therefore, from the perspective of the human race, Lu Wujiu's act of collecting the souls of the dead can be considered as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds.

After leaving the charity cemetery, Lu Wujiu, in a good mood, went straight to the horse market and bought an old mottled horse as a means of transportation.

He led the old horse to the market again and bought a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat from a skinny old man's stall.

Then he left the city.

He planned to travel to all the cities around Laolu Mountain before the Laolu Mountain God held the ascension ceremony.

Judging from today's harvest, if everything goes well, collecting dozens of ghosts should be no problem.

After leaving the city, Lu Wujiu jumped on the horse. Since he didn't know how to ride a horse, he could only drive the old horse slowly. After he gradually became familiar with it, he gradually increased his speed.

Even so, his whole body was still very stiff, and he was only able to hold on thanks to his cultivation.

However, when he bought the horse, he asked the horse dealer for some advice and also watched the dealer demonstrate.

So after trying all the way, I gradually found the feeling.

By the time the sun set and my crotch was numb, I had finally gotten the hang of it.

With Lao Ma, his search efficiency increased a lot.

Over the next ten days, he would go into any city he came across, either to do some shopping or to wash up. Of course, he would not miss the most important charity cemetery.

If you are lucky, you can get seven or eight residual souls;
Bad luck, nothing gained.

Occasionally, after hearing about a mass grave nearby, I would go there excitedly and gain something from it.

In just over ten days, he had gathered more than thirty dead souls. After sending them to reincarnation one by one, his cultivation level surprisingly surpassed that of a year's cultivation.

——You must know that the innate primordial qi is both the foundation and the primordial qi that breeds magical power.

This made Lu Wujiu even more excited. After a short rest, he immediately rushed to Liangcheng, the capital of Nanyang.

Liangcheng, as the capital of Nanyang, is located at a transportation hub. It takes three days to get there along the official road, or one day if you take the smaller roads.

Lu Wujiu looked at the narrow path on the map, but he didn't dare to walk on it. The main reason was that he was worried about getting lost. It would be more appropriate to take the official road.

In order to save time, he traveled all night. Anyway, he was used to sleeping in the open air these days.

Unfortunately, he was used to it, but Lao Ma couldn't stand it.

When it was midnight, he started to act like a spoiled brat and refused to move.

Lu Wujiu had no choice but to camp beside the official road.

In winter, all the grass withered and fodder was hard to find. However, this did not pose a problem for Lu Wujiu. He took out his forest-driving whip and waved it for a while, gathering all the nearby grass and trees together to make a meal of fodder.

Lao Ma has been spending the past few days like this, and he can only have a good meal when he comes to the city.

Every time this happened, Lu Wujiu would feel deeply moved, thinking that the old Lushan God had really given him a great treasure.

It may look inconspicuous, but it is of great practical value. It will be worth attending the ascension ceremony!
Silent all night.

When it was bright and they were about to set off, Lu Wujiu discovered that there was a solitary grave not far from the official road.

A sense of wonder arises spontaneously.

If it was in the previous life, I would definitely be terrified; but at this moment, I am annoyed instead, wondering why there are no wandering ghosts?
Isn’t it said that ghosts like to hook up with lonely people the most?

Lu Wujiu shook his head and sighed, then mounted his horse and rode away.

Behind her, the faint sunlight cast a long shadow on the backlit side of the lonely grave. A head popped up and she looked at the Taoist priest who was walking away with a look of horror on her face.

"Who is this, using the mountain god's corpse as a whip?"

Thinking of the mountain god's corpse, she subconsciously glanced at the piles of winter grass not far away, then looked at the official road, her expression froze.

On the official road, the old horse is still there, but the person on the horse has disappeared without a trace.

She subconsciously looked around, and a teasing voice came from the side:

"Are you looking for me?"

(End of this chapter)