I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 59: Spirit World, the Long River of History

Facing Lu Wujiu's doubts, Yang Fengzhao smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"To be honest, fellow Daoist, I did indeed do this when my Liuren Sect was first established. However, I put in a lot of effort but achieved very little results."

"Oh?"

"A jade sutra, polished and polished, becomes a weapon; a sword, unsheathed and buried, becomes a pillar of strength! Just because the Master ascends the ladder, it doesn't mean everything will be fine once he seizes the land deed and builds Fenghuoyuan! Outside Fenghuoyuan, powerful enemies still surround it. Without sufficient wisdom and strength, the collapse of Fenghuoyuan is only a matter of time. So, rather than expending countless manpower and resources to support a weak Master, it's better to let the fittest survive and select a stronger Master!"

Lu Wujiu seemed to be thinking about something when he heard this.

"Also, after ascending to the rank of Master, you can continue to acquire and seize land deeds and expand Fenghuoyuan. So, instead of dividing up the land deeds, it's better to be strong and strong!"

Lu Wujiu's eyes flashed: "The power of the master comes from the blessing of the land deed?"

Yang Fengzhao nodded: "That's right! The gods of mountains and swamps are canonized by incense and offerings, and we, the Dharma Masters, are canonized by the obsessions of all living beings after death!"

Lu Wujiu said, "Fellow Daoist, you are so outspoken. Aren't you afraid that the people who helped you will seize the land deed and become the legal master?"

Yang Fengzhao asked in return, "Does Daoist friend know how to do that?"

Lu Wujiu: "The mind changes with the environment, and the environment is created by the mind. Even nobles who are about to starve to death will scramble for steamed buns like dogs."

Yang Fengzhao raised his head and laughed: "Hahaha, what a good saying that the mind changes with the environment. Fellow Daoist, you are quite frank. To be honest, that land deed is the result of the obsession of all living beings. Without the ascension ceremony, there is nothing we can do even if it is right in front of us."

Lu Wujiu nodded, not surprised by the answer.

——Since Liuren Sect dared to ask for external assistance, they must have means to defend themselves. The reason he asked was just out of curiosity!
Afterwards, the two chatted about some details of the Dharma Master's ascent to the stairs, and then Yang Fengzhao said goodbye and left.

For the next few days, Lu Wujiu lived in the small courtyard and never left.

Every day he either sits cross-legged in meditation, or studies the Boy's Talisman, or even ponders the Yin Talisman. His days are fulfilling and peaceful.

Time flows like water.

In the blink of an eye, the fourteenth day of the first lunar month arrived quietly.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, Liuren Town is brightly lit. The mountain people who have worked hard for a year are welcoming the rare celebration. They go out to the streets to light lanterns, stroll along the streets, and worship the gods. It looks very lively.

The celebrations continued into the next night!
On the third day, the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the huge town of Liuren fell into deathly silence overnight.

At dusk, a few ghost lights can be seen flickering among the withered tombs, mountains, swamps and fields. They are the lights that comfort the wandering souls and also the lights that guide the lonely souls.

For a moment, the Shihao Mountains fell silent.

The gate of Liuren Mountain became lively as disciples swarmed out to search the mountain and capture the criminals.

Only in the Liuren Ancestral Hall on the top of the mountain was there a solemn atmosphere. The three Dharma masters on duty sat cross-legged on cushions around the hall, guarding the temple and protecting the ascent ceremony.

Yang Fengzhao, dressed in Yu Luo Xiaotai robes and cloud boots, led a group of military marshals with a solemn expression to pay homage to their ancestors.

The sleeves are as big as pockets, with white piping, and under the curling incense, it looks like the first frost and snow!
"Your servant, Yang Fengzhao, is of lowly origin, a humble man, born in the wild, but by mistake I have been blessed with the power of the highest order... I will solemnly build the Xuantan on the 16th of this month, at the sacred spot, and perform the rituals and offerings according to the proper rituals..."

The low prayers echoed in the hall, seemingly vague and lingering in the air.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Yang Fengzhao, served by a Taoist boy, finally completed the ancestor worship ceremony and sat cross-legged. The military marshals behind him also lined up on both sides.

"Hold the Festival Deed Talisman, the Dharma Master ascends the steps!"

At the Taoist boy's shout, Lu Wujiu, who was sitting upright, silently chanted a spell, and his mind escaped from the clay and disappeared into the mysterious darkness.

At this moment, the spirit seemed to be split into two.

One is the physical body sitting in meditation in the hall;

One is the spiritual obsession that penetrates into the mysterious world.

His mind returned to his spirit, and he glanced back at his physical body. Following the mysterious guidance of the incense, he suddenly appeared upon an altar. The altar was over three feet tall, built of stacked blue bricks. Looking around, he saw countless soldiers and generals of various shapes, densely packed among the mountains, stretching to the ends of his vision.

Coming back to his senses, Yang Fengzhao looked at the soldiers and generals lined up around him ready to go on the altar with a complicated expression.

These powerful soldiers and generals are the wealth he has accumulated throughout his life.

In this battle, it is either victory or defeat, there is no other way!
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand, and countless soldiers turned into streams of light, converging towards the altar, as bright as shooting stars, and it was a spectacular sight.

But in just a moment, they condensed into military talismans and fell in front of the Marshal of the Altar.

"Everyone, within the spiritual world, only thoughts endure forever! I'll leave the ascent to you!"

"I will do my best!"

The marshals of the troops took the military orders and bowed.

Yang Fengzhao took a deep breath, opened his arms, and bowed: "Disciple Yang Fengzhao, I beg the Dharma Master to open the academy!"

"allow!"

A disembodied voice was heard.

The altar beneath the feet of the marshals suddenly shattered, and a strange light shone, dimming the vision.

In just a moment, the light and shadow froze.

Lu Wujiu looked around, his pupils dilated. His arms were tied up and hung on the beam. When he looked up, the roof was dark and smoky.

Looking around, it was a thatched hut only about ten feet square, with mottled walls and covered with flies that had spent the winter there.

In the corner of the hut stood a wooden table, on which lay half a piece of rib meat.

Next to the wooden table, there was a simple earthen stove. The firewood in the stove was burning brightly, and hot water was bubbling. On the gray-brown blood foam, a head with skin and flesh boiled to pieces was staring at him with cloudy white eyes, which was horrifying.

Yang Fengzhao's words echoed faintly in his ears.

"The spiritual world is the product of the obsessions of all living beings. The same land, over the course of history, will produce different scenes of misfortune. On the day of ascending the steps, fellow Taoists will use their divine consciousness to step into different historical rivers. Aside from the great principles you have realized, all other magic and techniques are forbidden. To protect your safety, I will send 5,000 soldiers and horses to each of you for personal protection."

"Remember, there are many ways to express a land deed, including tokens, silk scrolls, calligraphy and paintings, stone tablets, and official seals... The evil scene is often unsustainable. The limit is seven days. Regardless of success or failure, return quickly."

Lu Wujiu looked at the scene inside the house expressionlessly. With a sudden thought, a starving ghost emerged, climbed onto the beam, and bit through the rope in no time.

"puff!"

Lu Wujiu landed and was about to move his wrist when he suddenly heard an urging voice from outside the house.

"Hurry up! I asked you to collect some firewood. If you delay any longer, we'll all be dead when those bandits come!"

"Brother, I'm so hungry I don't even have the strength to eat, and you won't even let me eat a bite first!"

"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating. Mom and dad haven't eaten yet, what the hell are you eating..."

As the voice was just ringing, the light at the wooden door suddenly changed, and two skinny figures appeared in front of the door.

The sound then stopped abruptly!

The two men stared blankly at Lu Wujiu standing on the ground, and one of them suddenly yelled, "Kill him!"

As he said this, he picked up the firewood in his arms and smashed it on his head.

Lu Wujiu waved his hand, and a strong wind suddenly arose, blowing the firewood everywhere and raising a cloud of dust.

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled at the air, but his hand suddenly pinched nothing. Then he realized that this was caused by obsession, so how could there be any magic weapon?
(End of this chapter)