I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 129 Different ways
The red sun was just emerging, and the sunlight was spreading slightly. The morning mist that had not yet dissipated covered the mountain path carved out of bluestone. A few chirping sounds of mountain sparrows came from the mountains, making Laolu Mountain seem even quieter.

Lu Wujiu frowned and said nothing.

Zhao Yimei couldn't help but say:
"Ever since Master's resurrection, Wudang has become much more lively than before. Many veterans from Shenxiao, Louguan, and Lushan who had never left the mountains have rushed here, claiming to be reviving Wudang, but in reality, they're all here for the Immortal Master. Master often says that this battle was both a blessing and a curse for Wudang."

Having said this, she turned her head to look at Lu Wujiu and said softly, "Thank you!"

Lu Wujiu shook his head: "Wudang Sect is undergoing a major revitalization. You shouldn't be coming here now."

"I……"

Zhao Yimei bit her lip lightly: "I have been waiting for you at the highest point of the Guannei Road for three days. Seeing that you haven't come yet, I am worried that something has happened..."

Lu Wujiu shook his head: "Friend Zhao has already come back to life, why are you still going there?"

Zhao Yimei didn't say anything, feeling a little aggrieved. We agreed to meet at the highest point of the Pass Road on the Day of Extreme Yin. Although that was your words to comfort me, that is not a reason to ignore it, right?
Seeing Zhao Yimei's timid and aggrieved expression, Lu Wujiu felt something was wrong. "You didn't tell anyone about the Guannei Dao incident, did you?"

Zhao Yimei quickly shook her head: "No, Master has instructed that matters concerning the Netherworld Reincarnation Path must be kept in our hearts forever."

Lu Wuji nodded. Zhao Wuji was still the most reliable person. "Don't mention these words again!"

"Ok!"

Zhao Yimei nodded subconsciously, a little puzzled, "I don't understand, fellow Daoist senior, you can kill Wujia Guangxuan with a snap of your fingers, what's wrong with making it public?"

Lu Wujiu pointed at the dew-soaked mountain path and asked:

"Why are the major sects' Taoist temples built on mountains?"

"Of course it's to retreat from the world and practice cultivation."

"Then why not cultivate it in the deep mountains and forests?"

"After all, we cultivators are not immortals who live in seclusion from the mundane world. We still need the food of the human world to sustain us."

"This is why my sect avoids the world."

Zhao Yimei paused, her brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of realization appeared in her eyes.

The Netherworld Samsara Path can bring the dead back to life, even if the soul is destroyed. This is more desirable than seeking immortality. If it were to be widely publicized, I am afraid that the disciples of the Netherworld Samsara Path would not even think of practicing.

Lu Wujiu changed the subject:

"How is the reconstruction of the Wudang Sect progressing?"

"Thanks to the help of seniors from various major sects, most of the mountain gate buildings have been restored to their original state, and they have even expanded on the ruins. Most of the brothers and sisters who were separated from the world have returned, and the sect has also accepted many new disciples..."

Zhao Yimei took the initiative to introduce it in great detail.

Lu Wujiu listened carefully. With Zhao Wuji in charge, the Wudang Sect was very suitable to develop into a branch of the underworld.

Even those famous and upright sects are like this.

However, this matter cannot be rushed.

In other words, it depends on his cultivation level.

The three thousand great ways each have their own mysteries. If you show up rashly, the risk would be too great if your true identity were seen through.

……

While chatting, the two walked side by side and unknowingly arrived in front of the Foothill Nursing Home!
Zhao Yimei looked at the plaque on the archway with a puzzled look in her eyes: "Nursing home, what kind of place is this?"

Just as Lu Wujiu was about to speak, an old man walked out of the nursing home entrance and asked with a look of surprise, "Master Dao?"

When Lu Wujiu saw it, he was delighted. Wasn't this the old man sitting on the cart that he met on his way back?
"Old man, it's fate that brings us together. We meet again!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Is the old man... moving in?"

"Right, right, right!" The old man nodded repeatedly and couldn't help but sigh, "This is really a great place! They provide food and accommodation, and they even cured my leg."

Lu Wujiu nodded: "That's really good."

The old man looked excited: "Not only is it good, I'm very idle now. I eat and sleep all day long. My bones are rusted."

Lu Wujiu pointed to a group of elderly people playing chess not far away and said, "Why don't you go play chess?"

The old man looked embarrassed and rubbed his hands, saying, "To be honest, I'm just a farmer, how can I know how to play chess? I can only do some rough work, so I came here to guard the door and help people who come by. "

Lu Wujiu nodded and said with a bow, "I see. Then the old man will be busy first. I have something important to attend to. I will leave for now."

The old man bowed repeatedly: "Okay, okay, take care, Taoist."

Lu Wujiu then walked forward, but after walking a few dozen steps, before he got any deeper, a thin, pale boy came towards him.

Upon closer inspection, it was Wang Ying who had transformed into the body of a demon, that is, a malaria child!
"Disciple Wang Ying, I pay my respects to the Master!"

Wang Ying walked closer, bowed and greeted him with a happy look on his face.

The word "Master" made Zhao Yimei, who was following beside him, look surprised.

"No gift!"

Lu Wujiu raised his hand, looked around and said, "You're really quick. It's only been a few days and you've already built a prototype."

Wang Ying glanced at Zhao Yimei, and seeing that Lu Wujiu had no intention of avoiding suspicion, he also said openly: "This is all thanks to the old Lushan God. Without his magical powers, how could a hundred-acre building be built from the ground overnight?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the old man who was looking over at them from under the archway of the nursing home and asked tentatively, "Master, do you know that old man?"

Lu Wujiu nodded: "I met him on the way. He was not in this spirited state when he came here. He did well."

Wang Ying was delighted: "Master, your praise is unjust. This is all my duty."

The two chatted briefly, and then Wang Ying took Lu Wujiu to visit and introduce the nursing home.

At present, the nursing home covers an area of ​​more than 100 acres. According to the original idea, it is divided into three levels: A, B and C. Each level has three parks, which do not interfere with each other to avoid breeding comparisons and bullying.

The sect's backbone is made up of disciples of the Liangyi Sect, assisted by immortal puppets to maintain its operation.

Speaking of the disciples of the Liangyi Sect, there are currently only a dozen of them, all of whom were selected from the Lao Lu Temple.

His aptitude was not very good, but it was not bad either. After all, the disciple chosen by Dong Yuan was at least of above-average aptitude.

Unfortunately, these disciples were just beginning to practice Taiyin Lianxing, and although they had some foundation in Dongyuan Gongfa, their cultivation was still very shallow. Therefore, the nursing home almost entirely relied on Wang Ying to manage the overall situation.

Right now, I'm not very famous, and I rely entirely on word of mouth to keep myself busy.

Judging from the current trend, the number of customers will only increase, and by then, manpower will be a big problem.

After hearing this, Lu Wujiu raised his hand, took out a porcelain bottle and handed it over.

"Take these Xiantian Jade Dews first. Half will be yours, and the other half will be distributed as rewards. The sect is just starting out, so we need to use strong medicine when necessary."

Wang Ying took the porcelain bottle and listened to the words "strong medicine", which seemed to be a elixir that would force the growth of seedlings.

As a result, when his spiritual sense penetrated into it, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Inside the porcelain bottle, there is actually innate primordial energy?!
"Disciple, thank you, Master, for the treasure."

Wang Ying had no time to sigh, so he quickly put it away and bowed in greeting.

At this time, Zhao Yimei, who had been following along and had toured almost the entire nursing home, finally realized when she heard Wang Ying mention the Taiyin Form Refining Dao: "Is this the inheritance of the Taiyin Sect?"

Lu Wujiu smiled and said, "Yes, when the Fairy gave me the Taiyin Form Refining Dao, she said that she hoped I could find a different path. How do you feel about that now?"

(End of this chapter)