I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 56: A strange combination of circumstances, a man and a woman alone

The Liuren School was founded by the Immortal Master Liuren, and its source is a branch of the Dharma lineage.

The diocese covered Nanyang and even Longyou Road.

The headquarters is located in the Shihao Mountains west of Nanyang. It doesn’t look big on the map, but when you get closer you will find that the mountains are winding and continuous, and the terrain is undulating. It is like running to death while looking at the mountains!
Lu Wujiu was walking in the mountains and could vaguely feel the festive atmosphere.

Between the mountains, you can hear the sound of drums in the daytime and see torches lighting the ground at night.

He listened quietly, watched from afar, and thought, since there is no way to put up Spring Festival couplets in my hometown this year, it must be a lot less lively, right?

There was heavy fog in the mountains. When Lu Wujiu reached a deserted area, he saw an old man in gorgeous clothes sitting under a tree to rest.

He saw Lu Wujiu coming on horseback, and stood up with a happy look on his face and asked:
"Excuse me, Immortal, do you know the way down the mountain? I've been working away from home for decades and I don't even know the way home anymore."

"That's just in time. I'm also going down the mountain. You can just follow me!"

Lu Wujiu called out and flicked his whip lightly, and a narrow path appeared faintly among the dense forest.

The old man was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly:
"Okay, okay, thank you for showing me the way."

Lu Wujiu smiled, rode his horse leisurely along the mountain road.

"Why would an old man go back at this age?"

"Alas, when one gets old, one always misses the past. Today, the host family is on leave to visit relatives, and the old man is thinking that if he doesn't come back, he may never come back in the future."

"Oh, I wonder where the old man is doing?"

"It's not a high position, just a clerk in the study."

"Not bad, it's better than digging in the dirt."

"Yes!"

The two chatted casually, looking at the wilderness with tall mountains and lush forests, and unknowingly walked out.

Standing on the hillside, you can vaguely see dozens of houses scattered under the thick fog in the valley, and the curling smoke connects with the fog, penetrates the clouds, and goes straight into the sky.

"Nothing has changed, nothing has changed, it's still the same as I remember!"

The old man looked excited and walked quickly along the mountain path.

Lu Wujiu followed behind on horseback.

The mountain village is quiet, with terraced fields outside the village. When you walk into the valley, you can vaguely see mountain people working in the fields in the mist.

A rabid dog came out of the village and barked at strangers, attracting the villagers in the field to look around in surprise.

The old man slowed down his pace.

A young man from the village came towards us, carrying a hoe.

He subconsciously wanted to go over and ask, but in the end, he stopped and let the young man pass by.

Lu Wujiu dismounted, bowed, and asked:
"Warrior, please stay. May I ask how to get to Liuren Town?"

The young man looked Lu Wujiu up and down, pointed in the direction of the setting sun, and said, "Follow this mountain road, go west, and then go over another hill, and you'll almost be there."

Lu Wujiu bowed and said, "Thank you for showing me the way."

The young man bowed in return and left with his hoe.

"Why don't you leave?"

Lu Wujiu looked at the old man.

But the old man stopped in front of an old willow tree at the entrance of the village.

He looked at the willow tree in front of him, his face full of memories. After a while, he patted the tree and said, "I'm not leaving! The immortal is right. Why should I go back to the village at my age?"

Lu Wujiu said: "Maybe there are still relatives and friends alive."

The old man smiled bitterly and waved his hands: "At your age, it's not appropriate to be overly happy or sad. Forget it! The immortal just said that he wanted to go to Liuren Town?"

"Yes!"

"What a coincidence! I'm working in Liuren Town. Why don't you go with me?"

"Okay!"

The two of them walked back again. When they were about to leave the valley, the old man subconsciously turned back, looked deeply into the valley and sighed: "The snow is really heavy this year!"

Lu Wujiu responded: "Yes, ever since I left my hometown, there is no spring, summer, or autumn anymore. All I see is snow."

"Where is the Immortal's hometown?"

"Very far."

"Outside Nanyang?"

"Ok!"

"..."

The mountain road is winding, but it ends eventually.

When the horses and carriages were exhausted, Liuren Town finally came into sight. The town was surrounded by terraced fields, and behind it were stone steps leading straight to the sky. There was the gate of Liuren Sect.

At this time, the mountain path under Lu Wujiu's horse's hooves gradually became wider, and some villagers took advantage of the setting sun in the valley to hurried home.

The old man who was traveling with me stopped and bowed, saying, "After traveling a thousand miles together, we must eventually say goodbye. Immortal, I will not see you off."

Lu Wujiu also dismounted and bowed: "See you again if we're lucky!"

The old man smiled, turned around and disappeared into the thick fog.

Passersby looked at Lu Wujiu with horror, and there were faint voices of discussion:

"Who is he talking to?"

Lu Wujiu ignored him, jumped on his horse, cracked the whip, and galloped away.

After entering Liuren Town, Lu Wujiu was swept away by the worldly worries and sadness. He did not stay until he reached the foot of Liuren Mountain, then dismounted and climbed the mountain on foot.

Liuren Mountain is much higher than Laolu Mountain, but there is no snow on the mountain path.

We walked at a leisurely pace all the way until we reached the mountain gate halfway up the mountain.

However, the gate of Liuren Sect spreads from the middle of the mountain to the top. The buildings are lined up one after another, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth.

After knocking on the mountain gate, the gatekeeper asked about the purpose of the visit. When he learned that it was the invitation of Yang Fengzhao, the master of Disha Hall, he quickly invited him into the mountain gate, treated him as a distinguished guest, and took him to the guest hall, where he was served with fragrant tea.

Not long after, a sound of footsteps was heard. Looking in the direction of the sound, Yang Fengzhao came quickly with a joyful look on his face. He clasped his fists and greeted, saying:

"Friend Lu, long time no see. How are you?"

"Thank you for your concern. I am fine!"

Lu Wujiu stood up to greet him.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and after the host and guest were seated, Lu Wujiu took the initiative to ask about climbing the stairs.

Yang Fengzhao said, "The matter of ascending the stairs is of great importance. I will trouble you to wait for a few more days. After I have completed the ceremony of withdrawing the troops, on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, when the ghost lanterns are hung high, it will be time to ascend the stairs."

According to the rules of Liuren School, at the end of the year, the year is divided, soldiers and generals are rewarded, horses are released to the south mountain, and people take a holiday to celebrate the New Year.

At the beginning of the year, a ceremony was held to recall the soldiers and generals and to prepare the barracks.

As for the ghost lanterns, they are a local custom.

Fourteen-pointed divine lamps are used to offer sacrifices to the gods and ancestors;
The fifteen-point human lamp repels scorpions and insects;

At sixteen o'clock, stay indoors and don't go out.

This day is the quietest day in the Shihao Mountains, and it will also be the busiest day for the Liuren Sect.

At this point, Yang Fengzhao suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Look at my poor memory. I've been so busy lately that I almost missed something."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, took out a scroll and handed it over.

"This is the letter of ordination I promised you. This is the deposit. If you can ascend to the rank of Dharma Master, I will give you another generous gift!"

Lu Wujiu was not polite and took the scroll and unfolded it in front of him.

A piece of gold-sprinkled paper caught my eye. There was a large blank space on the paper, with only a few golden lines outlining a portrait of an evil god with a "green face, fangs, and a body burning with flames."

Just one glance and Lu Wujiu's expression changed, as if he saw an evil ghost descending to the world and demonic flames raging!
"This is?"

"This is a Buddhist method called the Contemplation of Acala. Chanting the image of Acala and gazing at its portrait will allow you to ascend the steps to Acala! This method can calm the mind and spirit, subdue demons, and subdue evil spirits. If this method's power wasn't solely in the physical body, I would have practiced both."

Lu Wujiu nodded and closed the scroll: "On the day of ascending the stairs, I will definitely help you with all my strength!"

Yang Fengzhao bowed solemnly and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, fellow Taoist!"

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and Lu Wujiu realized that Yang Fengzhao had invited more than one foreign aid to ascend the ladder.

At present, seven people have arrived, and he is not sure how many more will come.

After hearing this, Lu Wujiu felt more and more that cultivation was difficult!
Yang Fengzhao's cultivation has reached perfection after sixty years. The only way to go further is to ascend to the level of a Dharma master.

If he could ascend the steps, he would be on par with the Old Lushan God. However, the Old Lushan God had a long lifespan and could endure the incense offerings, but he was already old, and if he didn't ascend the steps, it would be too late.

As the day of ascending the stairs approached, Yang Fengzhao was busy with work, so he kept Lu Wujiu company for a while, then called the Taoist boy Ruan Xing to take Lu Wujiu to the guesthouse to rest.

Lu Wujiu also knew what to do and stopped disturbing him.

Led by the Taoist boy Ruan Xing, the two came to the guest house of Liuren Sect. As soon as they pushed open the door of the guest house, a young woman came towards them.

This is a young girl.

In the freezing cold, she was wearing a white dress and holding a long sword. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed half of her body red, giving her a feeling of walking out of a painting.

Lu Wujiu took a quick glance and was about to pass by him, but for some unknown reason he looked over again.

His eyes were fixed on the person's lower body.

The woman has long legs, and she seems to be holding a pipa under her white skirt, with half of her slender calves exposed, which is very tempting.

He struggled to look away and his eyes fell on the sword. The familiarity made him feel that the world was really small.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the sword!"

"Crack!"

The girl hooked her thumb on the sword ring and exerted a little force, pushing the sword away a little. The two words "Luoxue" engraved on it were extremely eye-catching!

A cold murderous aura enveloped his entire body.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand me. I am not from Huanxitang."

Lu Wujiu bowed and looked at the graceful and intelligent woman in front of him, who was truly the most beautiful woman in the world. A hint of vigilance flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Zhao Yimei looked suspicious: "How do you recognize this sword?"

Lu Wujiu said, "I have met the Master of the Joyful Hall, so I naturally recognize this sword. Recently, rumors have spread in the martial arts world that a female knight killed the Master of the Joyful Hall. I think it must be you, fellow Daoist?"

Zhao Yimei's face turned cold: "I was not the one who killed the Master of Joy Hall. I just bought this sword by chance!"

Lu Wujiu nodded in feigned surprise: "So that's how it is!"

Zhao Yimei asked in surprise, "Fellow Daoist, don't you believe it?"

Lu Wujiu nodded: "I believe it!"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yimei snorted coldly and left.

The Taoist boy Ruan Xing looked at Zhao Yimei's receding figure with a sly look in his eyes and whispered, "Senior, don't provoke this person."

Lu Wujiu was surprised: "Why?"

Ruan Xing bared his teeth. "This fairy, Zhao Yimei, is a Pure Yang sword cultivator with a strong murderous intent. She could kill someone with just a single word! Master said that more people have died at her hands than the entire army I inherited!"

Lu Wujiu laughed: "How can you be as murderous as me? If you see me, you will kill me with your sword."

"what?!"

Ruan Xing was stunned for a moment, then reacted with an embarrassed look on his face: "Didn't I fall under the spell of that witch?"

Lu Wujiu teased: "Oh, you understand the pleasure of sex at such a young age?"

Ruan Xing's face suddenly turned as red as a monkey's butt.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu laughed and walked away.

The trace of guilt hidden in his heart was immediately relieved after seeing Zhao Yimei.

——Huanxitang has offended the Pure Yang Sword Cultivator, so it’s unlucky for it.

Ruan Xing looked at Lu Wujiu's back, feeling embarrassed and annoyed. Her cheeks puffed up with anger, and she had to stomp her feet and chase after him. In a state of anger, she arranged Lu Wujiu's accommodation.

After finally settling Lu Wujiu down, he immediately left as if running for his life.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached the door of the guest house, he was stopped by a familiar figure.

"Senior, what do you want?"

Ruan Xing looked at Zhao Yimei's cold face and asked nervously.

Zhao Yimei said with a half-smile, "You just said that you were bewitched by a witch?"

Ruan Xing's face turned pale, and the saying "A gentleman should be cautious when alone" taught by his master immediately flashed through his mind!
Wow! Who would have thought that a Pure Yang Sword Cultivator had such good hearing?

How far have we walked? How can I still hear him gossiping?

Seeing Zhao Yimei's thumb pressing on the sword ring, Ruan Xing said tremblingly: "Yes, that's what happened."

Zhao Yimei asked with great interest, "Which witch is it?"

"I don't know you..."

Before Zhao Yimei could raise her eyebrows, Ruan Xing quickly said, "The witch was already dead at that time, and only her soul remained with Senior Lu."

"Soul?"

Zhao Yimei subconsciously tightened the Luoxue Sword in her hand and asked, "Go on, don't hide anything."

"Yes!"

I would rather die than let my friend die... Ruan Xing made up his mind and quickly told the whole story of what happened.

However, for the sake of his own face, he concealed the details of how he summoned Lu Wujiu.

When he mentioned that "Lu Wujiu's innate Yuan Qi was in a state of disintegration, which led to his misunderstanding", Zhao Yimei subconsciously sneered, scaring him so much that he quickly shut up.

"Since this Lu was invited by your master, I guess his cultivation must be quite high, right?"

"Master said that Mr. Lu is not a god, but he is close to being one."

"The innate primordial energy has dissipated. This clearly means someone has used the furnace and cauldron method to steal the vital energy. Tell me, who could steal the vital energy of a figure like a god?"

Ruan Xing was stunned, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Huanxi Hall..."

"Shh!"

Zhao Yimei put her index finger against her red lips, pretending to be silent. Her eyes swept past Ruan Xing and looked at the guest house behind him with a playful look.

After Ruan Xing left the guest house with a look of shock on his face, Zhao Yimei thought for a moment, went straight to the guest house where Lu Wujiu lived, and knocked on the door with her fingers.

At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and the entire temple was plunged into darkness.

The sound of footsteps came from the yard.

"Squeak-"

Lu Wujiu opened the door and looked at Zhao Yimei standing in front of it, and asked in surprise: "Is there something wrong, fellow Daoist?"

Zhao Yimei said, "Meeting is fate. On this beautiful night, why don't you invite me in and have a seat?"

The dim night could not hide Zhao Yimei's natural beauty. She looked as cold as frost and snow in her white dress, pure to the bone.

Those ambiguous words made Lu Wujiu's heart suddenly rise, and a familiar sense of horror came over him.

"If you have something to say, we can talk tomorrow. I have come here exhausted and tired."

"Why be so heartless over just a few words?"

As Zhao Yimei spoke, she squeezed in.

Lu Wujiu quickly stepped aside and injected his magic power into the Qingling Jade, dispelling the tension in his heart.

He took a deep breath and followed Zhao Yimei into the living room.

After the host and guest were seated, Zhao Yimei said nonchalantly, "Fellow Daoist said he knew the head of the Happy Hall. I wonder what kind of person she is?"

Lu Wujiu said, "I don't know much about the Master of Huanxi Hall. I've only seen him from afar."

"Really? What about the rumors?"

"A sect that practices magic can also believe rumors?"

"Makes sense."

"I heard that the head of Huanxi Hall practices the Pure Yin Kun Dao. If I can take her virginity, I can obtain the Flower Willow Demon Dao. I wonder if the rumor is true?"

"Is there any other way to say this?"

"Fellow Daoist, you took someone's body, don't you know whether it's true or not?"

"what?"

Lu Wujiu was stunned and looked at Zhao Yimei in disbelief.

Zhao Yimei's smile faded, and she said coldly, "You killed the Joyful Hall Master, didn't you? Fellow Daoist Lu!"

　Two in one, please collect and support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)