I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 136: There is an Immortal in Laolu Mountain
During the ceremony in which Yang Fengzhao ascended to the second rank, Lu Wujiu obtained two county deeds.

One was used on the Void Yaksha given by the Immortal Master Liu Ren;
There is still one vacancy.

The Black Dragon King before him was a dragon spirit transformed from a dragon. He possessed dragon energy and had cultivated to the second level of great perfection. This was more than enough to refine a second ghost king.

As the county deed entered the body, without the Black Dragon King being able to struggle or resist, the bell-shaped general flag suddenly unfolded and swallowed him up.

Lu Wujiu closed his eyes slightly and began to refine silently.

With his current level of great perfection in the second class, refining the county deed is naturally a piece of cake for him.

However, refining is a slow process. Although his magic power is strong, it still takes time to hone it. Otherwise, the excessive firepower will make it very easy for the Black Dragon King, who is left with only a remnant soul, to be destroyed.

After an unknown amount of time, the fluttering Zhong-shaped flag gradually calmed down.

‘It’s done! ’

Lu Wujiu waved his hand and summoned the spirit of the Black Dragon King. The Black Dragon King was no longer as weak as before. Although he was still a soul, he had condensed into a real body, with scales like tiles covering his entire body.

As soon as a thought came to mind, the scales stood up, revealing the purple-blue lightning patterns at the bottom, with electric currents running across them, giving it a mysterious and majestic look.

"Looking at its majesty, it's not inferior to the Void Yaksha!"

Lu Wujiu nodded with satisfaction, put away the county deed, and left the human skin book.

Close your eyes and refine the Ghost King, and the stars will move and the constellations will turn.

I came to the Lotus Pond Houseboat again. It was daytime and the lake was as calm as a mirror. The houseboats were docked on the shore, silent and quiet. It was closing time.

There was only a pleasure boat hovering in the middle of the lake, with black silk lanterns hanging from the eaves, which seemed out of place with the magnificent hull.

Lu Wujiu walked on the waves and just as he landed on the side of the boat, he heard a greeting from inside the boat.

"As soon as the black lanterns were lit, the Taoist friend arrived. He truly kept his promise."

"Sincerity is the way of heaven!"

Lu Wujiu was shaking his head as he followed the sound and walked in. He saw the girl Ruoxi sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the main hall of the pleasure boat. There was a lit sandalwood stick next to her that was half burned. It was obvious that she had not been waiting for long.

"Is there any result?"

Ruoxi showed undisguised disgust and threw a scroll over.

Lu Wujiu took it, unfolded it, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "Your sect really is taking advantage of this opportunity to make the most of it?"

There were only six people on the list, all of them were in the second-class Great Perfection, and many of them had even been famous for a long time, and might have already secretly ascended to the third class!

Ruoxi said coldly: "This is a token of allegiance, so it must be of sufficient weight to be worthy of my fellow Daoist!"

"I love hearing this!"

Lu Wujiu's smile faded. "However, since the list is so important, your sect should also show enough sincerity, right?"

"Isn't it sincere enough to help fellow Daoist reach the top three?"

"Bullshit, this is the treatment I get for joining your sect, what does it have to do with sincerity? Besides, what if I kill someone and you guys don't admit it?"

"Then what do you want?"

"Medicine, poison, vital energy, spiritual tools, magical tools... I accept everything, the more the better!"

"Don't you think that's too greedy, fellow Daoist?"

"Then I'll give you a portion in advance. I'll pay you one for every person I kill. Isn't that fair?"

Ruoxi's expression changed as she waved her long sleeves. The sleeves sprayed out a bunch of bottles and jars like a dragon spitting water and landed in front of Lu Wujiu.

"Fairy is so generous!"

Lu Wujiu was overjoyed. After waving his hand and sweeping them into the Black Snake Garden, he asked, "Little beauty, do you not need to ask the Master for instructions?"

Ruoxi raised her chin slightly and said proudly, "It's just a small amount of money, why do you need to ask for permission?"

"I have money, and Dao Ye likes it!"

Lu Wujiu raised his thumbs with a look of praise, but a hint of coldness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He stopped hesitating and turned to leave when he suddenly turned back and asked, "By the way, do you need proof of this pledge of allegiance?"

Ruoxi said: "Leave the body but not the life!"

Lu Wujiu nodded, turned around and left without looking back.

When he was far away from the lotus pond and painted boat, he casually threw the scroll into the pure realm of Guangxuan's human skin mandala, and summoned a paper-cut horse, and galloped away. As he walked, he asked:
"Dan Qingzi, do you know these people?"

"I recognize them! Although the Dragon Tiger Danqing Sect is a hermit, they never take matters of the martial world lightly."

"Do you know the grudge between them?"

"Know a thing or two."

"Tell me carefully."

"Yes! The first person on this list is Qi Xuan, the head of Yunxia Temple. It is said that he reached the second level of the rank twenty years ago. The method he practices is to control ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. He is a branch of the Shenxiao Sect. Because they dislike the Fangzhong Sect, the Fangzhong Sect has not been able to open a branch in the Tianyin Mountain area until now."

"The second person on the list, the head of the Dihuo Temple, is a discarded disciple of the previous head of the Danding Sect. His Taoist temple is located at the crater of the Qianfengling volcano. The elixirs he teaches are highly praised, and he emphasizes using medicine to replenish deficiency. Therefore... he is not very willing to deal with the Fangzhong Sect, who use soft knives to cut people's blood and qi."

Lu Wujiu was surprised to hear this: "Isn't this a good opportunity to sell pills?"

Dan Qingzi said, "Your Excellency may not know that the disciples of the Dan Ding Sect are not good at resisting magic, but are good at refining elixirs to replenish their deficiency. Therefore, they are very favored by the disciples of the Fang Zhong Sect. There are many grudges and entanglements between them, which is why they have such grievances."

Lu Wujiu nodded and continued to listen to Dan Qingzi's introduction. After listening for a while, he couldn't help but sigh: "This list is really carefully selected by the Fangzhong School!"

If you look closely, almost all of them are sects that hinder the development of the Fangzhong School.

"My Lord, do you really intend to kill these people?"

"if not?"

Dan Qingzi's voice was choked and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Relenting?"

"The Great Dao is ruthless, while the Supreme One is unfeeling. This is because my cultivation is not yet complete."

"You don't mean what you say!"

Lu Wujiu casually commented, "Can you control the Painted Skin now?"

“Just barely!”

"I'll leave my body to you. Go to Hezhen Hall on Shannan Road first. Call me when you get there."

Hezhen Hall? Isn't this the Fangzhong Sect's branch?
Danqing was stunned and subconsciously said, "Aren't we going to Yunxia Temple?"

Facing his series of questions, the only response he got was nothingness. However, Lu Wujiu, who had just said these words, had disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty human skin riding on a paper-cut horse, which was quite fitting.

……

The Black Snake's Habitat, the Chariot Room.

Lu Wujiu sat cross-legged, with bottles and jars piled up in front of him. He opened them one by one, and they were all various kinds of spiritual supplies.

"As expected of a sect that has spread its flesh trade all over the world, they are indeed wealthy and powerful!"

Lu Wujiu was filled with emotion.

When he first entered the martial arts world and killed Nishang, the leader of the Huanxi Hall, by chance, he realized that the Fangzhong School was rich enough to rival a country. Now, when he saw it again, he sighed in his heart, but also had doubts.

Such astonishing wealth is somewhat inconsistent with the performance of the Fangzhong School.

The so-called spiritual practice, after all, requires resource investment.

Where does the Fangzhong faction spend all the money it earns every year?
Or is it that the Fangzhong faction has already secretly accumulated a huge force, but it is unknown to outsiders?

While pondering, Lu Wujiu casually threw the pills into the Soul-Breaking Cliff and sat cross-legged to practice.

Now, he has cultivated the Taiyin Form Refining Dao to the second level of perfection and can no longer make any progress.

But other Taoist sects stopped moving forward.

Nowadays, resources are abundant and one needs to conceal one's identity, so the more the better.

After a brief thought, he decided to choose the next Dao vein as Ranzhen Dao.

He has no interest in painting and lacks artistic talent, but it is perfect for concealing his identity.

Sitting and forgetting in Xuanqi Garden, the flowing time passes away in the distant sky.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice called out from the outside world. "Sir, we have arrived at Hezhen Hall."

……

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Liangcheng, Puhua Opera Troupe.

The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted the tranquility of the class master's study.

"Master, you called me."

Su Hong knocked on the door and came in, bowing with a respectful look on his face.

Shen Lin, who was sitting at the head of the table, asked with concern, "Well, where is the mobile team?"

Su Hong quickly said, "Disciple was just about to inform Master that the next group will arrive at Lao Lu Mountain."

"...Lao Lushan."

Shen Lin took a deep breath, his old face filled with anxiety.

Ever since his eldest disciple Su Hong discovered the existence of immortals on Lao Lu Mountain during the Xuanyuan Festival, Shen Lin invited Lao Lu to watch the ceremony in March under the pretext of rehearsing a new play.

Unexpectedly, Lao Luguanke replied with a polite letter, which contained not only heartfelt thanks but also the implicit message that he didn't have time.

Afterwards, Shen Lin secretly investigated Lao Lu Temple, but found it to be unremarkable, with no signs of immortals.

Just imagine, if there really were immortals in Lao Lu Temple, would there be so much blood and gore?
He once suspected that his eldest disciple Su Hong was lucky and happened to see an immortal passing by.

He was unwilling to give up, but it was difficult for him to go to the house to ask. After thinking for a long time, he came up with an idea, which was to set up a wandering troupe, perform in the countryside, and ask for tips.

This is the way for the most inferior opera troupes to survive.

He had done it with his master.

He planned to perform another play under this name at the foot of Lao Lu Mountain. In April, with few people knowing, he performed a play at the foot of Lao Lu Mountain with heavy makeup.

Although there were countless cheers and a lot of tips, there were no more immortals watching the show.

I wonder if the Immortal is in seclusion;

Or travel around the world.

He was unwilling to give up. Now, after several months, the mobile team had traveled around and was about to come to Lao Lu Mountain again, but he didn't know if the immortal was still there?
"call--"

He took a deep breath. No matter whether the immortal was still there or not, he had to try his luck in finding the immortal.

"Let's go!"

Shen Lin took a deep breath, stood up and left.

That afternoon, a mobile opera troupe arrived at the foot of Laolu Mountain. They set up camp with great fanfare, and there were also gong and drummers who went around the village beating gongs and shouting.

But within one day, everyone in the surrounding area knew that there was going to be another big show at the foot of Lao Lu Mountain.

In the past six months, Lao Lushan has performed three operas in a row, which is a real pleasure for many villagers who have only watched a few operas in their lives.

So much so that the next day, when it was getting dark, the stage was filled with people in three layers.

The bonfire illuminates the stage, and people's hearts sway with the music.

The villagers were so excited by the opera that they were reluctant to leave until late at night, and the noise lasted almost until dawn.

Behind the stage, Shen Lin, who had not yet removed her makeup, sat tiredly on a chair, watching her disciples busying around with a gloomy look in her eyes.

That night, he tried his best to perform all kinds of martial arts, but still no one showed any mercy to him.

Poor, sigh!

That night, it was probably just an immortal passing by.

"Who could have imagined that the troupe owner Shen, known for her famed talent for opera, would actually travel to this obscure village in heavy makeup to perform."

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in Shen Lin's ears.

Ok?
Shen Lin suddenly looked up, but saw that in the humid night, there were only the busy figures of the theater's disciples and apprentices around him.

He was silent for a moment, stood up and walked out of the backstage, looked around briefly, and then walked towards a raised hillside.

At the end of the hillside, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a clean face and no beard stood with his head raised towards the mountain. It was unclear whether he was admiring the night sky or the Laolu Mountain at the end of his sight.

Shen Lin approached and saw the side profile. He was startled and bowed quickly.

"I, Shen Lin, pay my respects to Master Shenxiao."

The headmaster of the Divine Sky Sect turned around and bowed in return, "I apologize for disturbing you so late at night!"

"Master, you're too polite."

"Fellow Daoist, this performance was truly spectacular! From what the villagers are saying, this is already your third time performing at Old Lv Mountain. It seems you really love Old Lv Mountain."

Shen Lin was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said:

"To be honest, Master, this is required for the Pear Garden's ascension ceremony, so I have no choice but to work hard."

"Oh? Is it that the mountain stage performance has a miraculous effect? ​​Or is it... that Lao Lushan is special?"

Shen Lin was silent for a while, then he sighed and said, "To be honest, Master, there is... an immortal in Laolu Mountain."

The headmaster of Shenxiao Sect looked serious.

Just as he was about to ask, a sudden commotion came from the stage in the distance.

Listening carefully, it turned out to be the disciples sent by Liangyi.

"I have something important to attend to, so I'll be excused for a while. Please forgive me!"

"It doesn't matter."

The head of Shenxiao Sect bowed and looked at Shen Lin, who would rather give up him than not welcome the disciples of Liangyi Sect. Everything was self-evident.

"There is an immortal in Laolu Mountain. Who could that immortal be?"

The head of Shenxiao Sect once again looked at Laolv Mountain, and a name flashed through his mind - Lu Wujiu!

Rumor has it that Lu Wujiu was born as a casual cultivator.

Because of the power vacancy in Laolu Mountain, he became a guest official of Laolu by chance and held the power of Laolu.

Some people also say that Lu Wujiu is the illegitimate son of Li You, the former abbot of Lao Lu Temple, who was given the task of saving the country in times of crisis and turned the tide.

Some people also say that the death of the old master Li You is closely related to Lu Wujiu. After all, the timing of his appearance is too special.

However, no matter which statement is true, no one can explain what Lu Wujiu was doing before he became a guest official at Laolu Temple?
At least the head of Shenxiao Sect didn’t find out.

The more he investigated, the more he discovered the mystery of Lu Wujiu.

Of course, saying that Lu Wujiu is an immortal is somewhat far-fetched.

But Lu Wujiu is not an immortal, where is his master?
Thinking of this, Master Shenxiao's heart began to pound.

The sky is as black as ink, the Milky Way stretches through the night, and a gentle breeze carries the sound of faint discussions in the distance.

"...The old man's singing skills are truly exceptional! Even if my elders were in the mountains, they would still be amazed by his singing. I've sent my disciples to inquire about this. I'd like to ask if Puhua Theater has time each month to perform at my retirement home. I'm not looking for a famous role, just to have some fun and entertain the elderly."

"Great! Being able to perform for the Liangyi Sect is truly a blessing for the Puhua Troupe. I couldn't ask for more!"

"Excellent! Please ask the old boss to move to the nursing home and draw up a set of rules!"

"Alright, alright, please wait a moment, Fairy boy. I'll take off my makeup and leave."

Hearing Shen Lin's excitement that was beyond words, the head of Shenxiao Sect had an idea. Could it be that Shen Lin's repeated actions had been discovered by the immortals, and that was why he was recruited?

Thinking of this, a feeling of eagerness to try, like a cat's claw, came over me.

He was wondering when his secret investigation would end. Should he just go and visit directly?

His thoughts flashed like lightning, and his figure suddenly faded away.

"Da da da……"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps. Shen Lin looked at the deserted hillside with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Could it be that the leader of Shenxiao Sect has also noticed something, which is why he is lingering here?
Otherwise, how could anyone notice his small Peking Opera troupe?

(End of this chapter)