I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 131 In order to protect the secret of the mountain sect, Zhao Danyan will definitely kill you!

After seeing Jiang Wenyu off, Lu Wujiu casually picked up the "Li Dai Tao Jiang" technique he presented to him. This manuscript was obviously a newly written one. The dried ink was still as clear as silver, and the wording and sentence structure was very colloquial.

However, this made it convenient for him to look through it.

"Crash..."

The papers were turned page by page, and most of the records were about the techniques of using Yuan Qi.

I have to admit, these techniques have some depth.

But that's all.

The skills that Jiang Wenyu painstakingly developed had long been recorded in the sect's Sutra Library, which had been passed down in an orderly manner.

Individual strength is ultimately no match for collective strength.

However, as he watched, Lu Wujiu's casual expression gradually became serious.

After he finished reading the manuscript at a glance, he almost had the urge to bring Jiang Wenyu back and have a late-night talk with him.

The whole person was immersed in a shocking aftertaste.

After a while, he sighed:
"There's something!"

The subtlety of the technique of using a puppet for a dead body created by Jiang Wenyu lies not in how to use a puppet for a dead body, but in how to disguise the puppet as the real body.

He borrowed the shadow puppet magic tools made by the Jianghu Liyuan shadow puppetry as puppets, integrated his own blood and energy into them, and used special means to achieve the purpose of making the fake look real.

Especially the method of integrating blood and qi, which made Lu Wujiu's eyes light up.

He has no shortage of ways to conceal his identity. Guangxuan is covered in human skin, so no one can see through his true form unless they can break through his skin.

Now with this method of integrating blood and energy, it will be even more powerful.

There are masters among the people!

Perhaps it was precisely because he had no Taoist lineage inheritance that he could only focus his energy on the details of the use of Yuan Qi that he was able to develop such a sophisticated method.

It may seem like an unorthodox method, but in fact it is close to the Tao.

"call--"

Lu Wujiu let out a long sigh, closed the manuscript, and put it into the Fengdu Sutra Pavilion for collection.

Then he stood up and left the room.

He first went to see Zhong Ye, who had been reincarnated as a cow;

He took another look at Liu Qingtan, and after confirming that the Lao Lu Temple was operating normally, he left some innate Yuan Qi and even soul water, and floated away.

Zhao Yimei's sudden visit made him feel a sense of urgency.

He still underestimated the fear of death.

Now the "Immortal Master" of the Netherworld Samsara Sect still has the power to kill Wujia Guangxuan, so the major famous families dare not force Zhao Wuji to speak.

But what happens over time?

Can Zao Wou-Ki definitely keep the secret?

He can hold on, but what about Zhao Yimei, Wang Ying, and Lao Lushanshen?
Truth will come to light sooner or later. Once a secret is revealed, it is only a matter of time before it is leaked.

Of course, he was not afraid of exposing the secret, and he had already made preparations. He was just a little worried that his cultivation was too low and he could not scare the heroes of the world.

I still have to reach the top three as soon as possible.

After leaving Lao Lu Temple, he turned into a shadow and headed all the way to Lingnan Road.

After walking for seven or eight days, when he was about to reach his destination, he stopped, took out Guangxuan's human skin, and hid in it.

Unexpectedly, the moment he put on the painted skin, his heart was shocked, and his soul suddenly withdrew from the human skin. His five fingers were like dragons, suddenly pressing on the human skin. In an instant, countless golden scrolls flashed up, and while wandering wildly, they turned into a sealing magic circle.

"Don't be alarmed, fellow Daoist. I am Danqingzi, not a bad person."

A human face protruded from the human skin and was distorted under the suppression of the golden talisman, looking like an evil ghost trying to break free from the seal.

"Dan Qingzi?"

Lu Wujiu's scalp tingled and his eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

The moment he put on the human skin, he clearly felt a trace of "soul" in the skin.

It was this wisp of soul that caused him to react. The problem was that Guangxuan's human skin had been kept in his human skin book. Under the protection of the rules of the underworld, it was impossible for a wandering ghost to approach, let alone parasitize it.

If that’s the case, where does the soul come from?

Could it be that Yuan Mochan is not dead yet?

No, that soul fluctuation doesn't sound like Yuan Mochan at all.

"I am the immortal in the painting 'Danqing Jiangshan Tu'. That day, when my Taoist friend used the eye-dotting brush to kill the enemy, I entered the master's skin without informing him. I hope you can forgive me!"

The face on the human skin was distorted, and it seemed to have merged into Guangxuan's human skin.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu was in doubt and asked tentatively:
"Really? If you are the immortal in the painting, why did you change your cage and become the master of this poor Taoist's painted skin?"

"To be honest, fellow Taoist, although I am an immortal in a painting, I am also trapped in that painting of rivers and mountains. It is like a prison. Year after year, it is just like the same day. I have had enough of that life, so I use this painted skin to escape."

"As far as I know, although the Dragon Tiger Danqing Sect practices seclusion, it is not short of visitors. Why can't you escape anytime soon? Why do you have to wait until I come to visit?"

"Good question! Since you've seen the Immortal in the Painting, you should know that the immortality of a painting depends on its form, its meaning, and most importantly, the canvas! My way can illuminate the artistic conception of all paintings. Apart from the body that keeps pace with the times, there is hardly any material in the world that can contain it. This painting's skin is made of a special material, which is why I was so excited to see the prey and took the opportunity to escape."

Lu Wujiu's eyes flickered when he heard this. He finally understood why the heaven and earth suddenly became united when he was trying to kill Yuan Mochan.

It turns out that this is a hermit crab looking for a new shell!

"What a great escape from danger! But in my humble opinion, wouldn't it be more appropriate to say it's the cuckoo taking over the magpie's nest?"

"Can I compensate you, fellow Taoist?"

"How to compensate?"

"I am in charge of the art of painting, and I can make the imaginary real. I am willing to serve you for ten years, and I only ask for freedom."

"Ten years? You really think highly of yourself!"

As the voice fell, Guangxuan's face suddenly twisted, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"Let me know, fellow Daoist, that the Dragon and Tiger Painting School is founded on the artistic conception of this immortal. Which of those scrolls sold here is not the work of this immortal? If you continue to write within ten years, I promise to return you a fortune."

"Really? I think the Dragon and Tiger Painting School would be happy to buy the Painted Skin with a fortune."

As he spoke, Lu Wujiu waved his hand, rolled up Guangxuan's skin, and rushed towards the Longhu Danqing Sect.

Beneath his calm face, there was a raging rage.

His next plan requires Guangxuan's human skin, but now there is a problem with the human skin. How can he accept this?

Most importantly, he was worried that this was Yuan Mochan's trick.

"Why bother, fellow Daoist? Although I've left, the Danqing River and Mountain Painting is still intact. How could the Danqing Sect pay such a high price to buy it?"

It would have been fine if Dan Qingzi hadn't made any excuses, but after he did, Lu Wujiu walked even faster.

"Are you admitting that you are not the fairy in the painting?!"

"How did I admit it?"

"Since you left, how could the Painting of Rivers and Mountains be left unscathed?"

"I am the painting, how could I destroy the painting?"

Lu Wujiu, the immortal in the painting, scoffed and shook his head, not bothering to argue, simply hurrying on. Initially, Dan Qingzi had been slowly discussing the terms, but gradually, as Lu Wujiu crossed the border of Jiannan Dao, Dan Qingzi grew anxious.

"Fellow Daoist, we can talk it over. If we act this way, both sides will suffer."

"Fellow Daoist, how about this? You and I will each take a step back. How about I serve you for twenty years? Thirty years? Fifty years?"

"I have the Dragon and Tiger Danqing Ink Dao inheritance. How about I pass it on to you as well?"

"Never mind! The secret of the Dragon Tiger Danqing Sect's founding is related to the path to immortality. Are you interested, fellow Daoist?"

All of a sudden, all kinds of promises came pouring out.

Lu Wujiu remained unmoved and did not slow down at all. It was obvious that his words and actions were not meant to intimidate people.

"Alright, alright! Fellow Daoist, you're forcing me, right? Then I'll be frank. I'm not a fairy in the painting, but the spirit of the Painting of Rivers and Mountains! The founder of the Dragon and Tiger Painting School is actually the boy holding the box, the head of the Ranzhen Sect!"

"The way he practices is said to be the Dao of Painting and Ink, but in reality, it is all the power of spiritual weapons. If you send me back, in order to protect the secret of the mountain sect, Zhao Danyan will definitely kill you."

(End of this chapter)