I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 127: Debt Collection

When traveling is boring, it is best to think.

On the way back, Lu Wujiu was bored and simply let the paper-cut horse walk along the official road, his thoughts already running wild.

Judging from the results of observing Old Cai’s son in the past few days, there is basically no problem with the reincarnation mechanism of the Human Skin Book Soul-Breaking Cliff.

The immortal way values ​​life and saves people infinitely.

Even if one is reborn as ink, what is formed is only a black birthmark, rather than a dark Kunlun slave-like birthmark all over the body.

This gave him a long sigh of relief.

Since there is no problem with reincarnation, the next step is to seize the fortune of heaven and earth.

He exchanged a large amount of basic cultivation materials in Bajiao Alley to exchange for innate Yuanqi for reincarnation, which should be enough to push his cultivation to the second level of great perfection.

I wonder if he will encounter the threshold to climb the stairs this time?

Full of thoughts, he stepped across Lao Lu's territory, loosened the reins, slowed down the pace of the paper-cut horse, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

As he walked along, he saw several old men carrying sacks on their backs.

Not long after, another cart appeared in front. The cart was pushed by a middle-aged farmer with an unshaven beard, and on the cart sat a sickly old man.

He rode closer, bowed, and asked, "Excuse me, sir, where are you going?"

The farmer pushing the cart saw Lu Wujiu and said quickly, "I'm going to Lao Lu Mountain."

Lu Wujiu looked at the old man on the cart and deliberately asked, "Are you going to see a doctor?"

The farmer sighed and said, "The old man has an old illness and can't be cured. I'm sending him to live out his days."

"Retirement, how can we start talking about this?"

"You may not know, Taoist, but a living immortal appeared in Laolu Mountain and built a nursing home specifically for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. There was an old widower in our village, in his seventies or eighties, with no one to take care of him. He ate cold food in winter and hot food in summer. He passed away a while ago and is living a very good life. He has rice and vegetables for every meal. I went to see his home and it was so beautiful, like a fairyland. I wanted to live there, so I plan to send him there to enjoy his life too."

"So good? What kind of deity would do a business without any capital?"

"That's right. That nursing home costs money."

"I see, brother is quite filial!"

Lu Wujiu praised, and glanced at the old man on the cart, only to see that the old man had a sad face and tears in the corners of his eyes. He subconsciously reached out to wipe them away, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"He's my biological father after all. How can I just leave him alone? I have no choice. I have four children at home and a few acres of thin land. It's really not enough to feed them..."

The farmer's tone froze when he said this. He subconsciously glanced at Lu Wujiu and changed the subject:

"So I plan to send the old man in for retirement so I can focus on farming and working as a farmhand."

"Oh!"

Lu Wujiu nodded, stopped asking questions, and rode away.

When the old man saw Lu Wujiu walking away, the glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely extinguished. He looked at the lush farmland beside the road with a gloomy face, his heart dead.

The sun in July is so hot that it makes people drowsy.

In a daze, the old man was awakened by a shout.

"Dad, we're here. That nursing home is right in front of us."

The old man opened his eyes, but the scorching sun made him squint again subconsciously.

At the end of the loess-rammed mountain road, there is a building with a fence as the courtyard wall and bamboo and wood as the house, quietly nestled in the embrace of the mountains and forests. When a gust of wind comes, the bamboo and wood sway, and the branches and leaves shake, and you can vaguely see a large building hidden behind it.

As he got closer, the old man's face became more and more confused.

However, the courtyard was clean and pleasant. On the bluestone-paved path, several elderly people in uniform linen shorts were taking a leisurely walk under the shade of the trees.

In the vine-covered corridor next door, some people were playing chess, some were watching, and some were cheering and arguing.

The old man asked tentatively, "Is this the...nursing home?"

The farmer nodded: "Yes, Dad! See, I didn't lie to you! Look how comfortable these people are living!" As he spoke, he had already pushed the old man across the wooden archway.

At the entrance to the archway stood an old man in a white robe and a Taoist bun. He saw the visitors and bowed, "Are you two here to check in?"

The farmer nodded repeatedly and asked nervously, "Yes, yes, this is my old man. Is it okay for you to take a look at him?"

The old man in the white robe said without even looking at her: "Of course, please!"

The old man in white robe then supported the old man and led the farmer into the front hall.

In the hall, there was a square table piled high with wooden tablets, talismans, and other items. A Taoist boy was meditating with his eyes closed. When he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes and gestured:

"Could you two please come over and check in?"

"Yes Yes."

"Please take a seat, both of you. I'll first explain the rules of Lao Lu Nursing Home. If you have any questions, please let me know immediately. Otherwise, once you sign the contract, there will be no chance to regret it."

"Okay, okay, Fairy boy, please speak."

The farmer said hurriedly, and the old man next to him looked even more nervous.

"This hospital follows the principle of paying for admission. Here's the fee list, divided into three levels: A, B, and C. Level C is the cheapest, costing ten taels of silver per year. We will provide basic meals. Three meals a day: porridge, steamed buns, and side dishes for breakfast and dinner, and meat soup for lunch."

"Those with disabilities need to pay an additional five taels of silver. Our hospital will provide fairy care. Every morning and evening, the fairy will help them practice the Five Animal Health Exercises to prevent muscle atrophy."

"Next, I will demonstrate some fairy nursing techniques, so don't panic."

The Taoist boy spoke quickly and clearly, and his tone was calm and emotionless.

Without waiting for the old man's response, he made a hand gesture, and with the fluctuation of spiritual power, the old man suddenly stood up, walked to the open space in the house, swung his arms and legs, and performed a set of extremely strange movements, like juggling, and like boxing.

The farmer was stunned by what he saw.

He knew very well what his father looked like. Normally, he had difficulty even walking, let alone boxing.

Not to mention him, the old man who sat back in the chair was also breathing rapidly and his face flushed... The feeling of walking again, even if he was not controlling it personally, still made him excited.

"As for the rest of the time, the Immortal Puppet will take care of me."

The Taoist boy pointed to the old man in white robe standing beside him and said, "This is the Immortal Puppet, a puppet servant of the Immortal Clan. He can understand any command. If the guest has any needs, just tell him."

"That's about it. Do you have any questions?"

The old man and the farmer looked at each other. The farmer hesitated and subconsciously stood up and said, "Master, can you please excuse me and talk for a moment?"

Seeing this, the Taoist boy asked bluntly: "Is it because you have no money?"

The farmer's face flushed red. "No, no... I heard there's a way here that doesn't cost any money..."

The Taoist boy nodded and said, "That's right! If the guest can't afford the nursing fees, they can choose to stay in arrears without paying any fees. However, after a hundred years, the guest's body will become the property of this hospital until the guest's family pays the full fee."

The old man's face changed. The villagers are attached to their land and believe in returning to their roots. Giving this body to a nursing home... isn't this...

But when he thought about what he saw and heard when he came in, as well as the magical experience he had just had, the old man hesitated again.

He didn't want to die in a foreign land, but he was more afraid of death itself.

If he doesn't stay, he will probably not live more than half a year if he returns. He has seen many such examples.

"that……"

The old man bowed cautiously and spoke, "Excuse me, fairy boy, if after a hundred years...if no one comes to claim the debt, will the immortals come to collect it?"

The Taoist boy's eyes wavered for a moment, and he shook his head: "Don't worry, old man. If no one comes to claim it, the guest's body will be the cost, and it will not affect future generations."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with some confusion, "I don't understand immortal arts, but I do know that there is no business without capital in this world. I wonder what the immortals are after?"

The Taoist boy pointed at the immortal puppet next to him and said, "To be honest, old sir, this immortal puppet was made from the body of the guest. We can use the immortal puppet to farm, raise silkworms, and reel silk to support the nursing home."

The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at the old man in white robe, his eyes flashing with surprise and relief.

(End of this chapter)