I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 148: Joint View and Sharing of Hardships
It is interesting to say that after retreating from Lao Lu Mountain, Hua Chaoge did not publicize the "Dugu City incident" on a large scale, nor did he angrily scold Lu Wujiu to kill the Black Dragon King.

I wonder if you can't afford to lose this person?
Still feels pointless.

So much so that even now in the Yunsong Mountains area, no one knows that the Black Dragon King has died suddenly.

No wonder the old Lushan God asked this question.

"Well, he's dead."

Lu Wujiu nodded slightly.

"died……"

The old Lushan God muttered absentmindedly, "The Black Dragon King is the deity of the Yunsong Mountains. His deity status will last forever as long as his incense is extinguished. I have not heard that there is any problem with the Black Dragon King's incense."

Lu Wujiu raised his hand, and a black loach swam around in his palm: "This state is no different from death."

When the old Lushan God saw it, he was dizzy and shocked.

Only then did I understand what Lu Wujiu meant by "dead"!
Incense that is not maintained will eventually disappear in the torrent of time.

"I am grateful to the Master for his unwavering protection. I will never forget your kindness."

Full of shock, the old Lushan God stood up, bowed, and looked grateful.

Lu Wujiu didn't explain too much. He collected the Black Dragon King's soul and said, "The ways of the gods are very different. I can't help you much. It all depends on your own efforts."

The old Lushan God responded, "I will definitely live up to the Master's expectations."

When everyone saw this, they showed some envy on their faces. Lu Wujiu's move was equivalent to clearing the obstacles for the old Lushan God to climb the stairs!

Yan Qi's eyes flickered when she saw this.

——No wonder Lu Wujiu showed up in the Lotus Pond Boat. It turned out that he went there to kill the Black Dragon King. He is a man who protects his people.

After Lao Lushanshen's interruption, the atmosphere of the meeting became more heated. Everyone discussed until late at night, and after finalizing many details of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure, they dispersed in groups of three or two.

Liu Qingtan stayed deliberately.

"Sir, there is something I would like to ask for your opinion on."

"Whatever you want to say, please tell me."

"Disciple, disciple..." Liu Qingtan hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to recruit Lao Luguan into the Liangyi Sect."

"Why is this?"

Lu Wujiu was a little surprised, and after thinking about it, he asked with a serious face: "Is someone gossiping about you? Or did they give you a hard time?"

"No, no, everyone respects me very much!"

Liu Qingtan waved his hands repeatedly, thought for a moment and said:
"Logically speaking, merging the temples and academies would be tantamount to betraying one's teacher and ancestors, but the Old Lu Temple has already destroyed even its main sect, so how can it be considered as betraying one's teacher and ancestors?"

"I simply feel that I lack the ability to support such a large Daoist temple. Without the support of the Liangyi Sect, the Old Lu Temple would have disbanded long ago. Even if it hadn't disbanded, the disciples who experienced the catastrophe of the extermination of their sect would be in constant fear. If the Old Lu Temple could be merged into the Liangyi Sect, we could openly enjoy the protection of the master, which is also the wish of all disciples!"

Lu Wujiu understood.

Although he is now holding the position of guest official of Lao Lu, it is still not legitimate for Lao Lu disciples.

If Lao Lu Temple could be incorporated into the Liang Yi Sect, everyone could enjoy Lu Wujiu's protection with peace of mind, and the two ropes would become one from then on.

"This matter is of great importance. Have you considered it carefully?"

Lu Wujiu asked.

"I have considered it carefully, and I hope you will agree."

Lu Wujiu looked at Liu Qingtan's serious expression, shook his head and said, "Now is not the right time to merge the academies. Let's talk about this later." "Sir, I sincerely..."

Liu Qingtan was anxious. Just as she opened her mouth, Lu Wujiu raised his hand to interrupt her. "I know you are sincere, but right now, my Liangyi Sect and the Fangzhong Sect are at odds. I can't guarantee that Hua Chaoge will take a risk. If that happens, I'm afraid everyone will be affected."

Liu Qingtan said, "Sir, how can we share happiness without sharing hardships? During this difficult time, the Lao Lu Temple should be incorporated into the Liang Yi Sect to strengthen its influence."

Lu Wujiu smiled and said, "I am pleased that you have such a wish. However, if the Fangzhong Sect really takes such a risk, the Liangyi Sect will probably not be able to resist! So why should we bring disaster to the Laolu Temple?"

Liu Qingtan said, "But everyone in the world knows that you are a guest official of the Old Lu Temple. How could the Fangzhong Sect let the Old Lu Temple go for this reason?"

Lu Wujiu sighed and said, "It is precisely for this reason that the Old Law Temple cannot be merged into one. Otherwise, the Fangzhong Sect will have no worries. However, at present, they are still somewhat limited by the moral principles of the martial arts world."

Liu Qingtan was about to speak, but Lu Wujiu said, "Alright, let's not discuss this anymore. I'm going to leave on a certain day. When I come back, it won't be too late to reunite with the temples."

Liu Qingtan thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, disciple will obey Master's instructions."

Lu Wujiu thought about it, pointed his finger at the air, and a talisman appeared out of thin air.

"This is the ninth-grade Yin Talisman of the Netherworld Samsara Dao. Take it into your body, and when you die, your soul will escape into it, and you will have the opportunity to reincarnate. Keep it safe, and don't tell anyone."

Looking at the Ninth-Rank Yin Talisman floating before him, Liu Qingtan was shocked: "The Netherworld Samsara Path? Sir, is this the Netherworld Samsara Path that is rumored in the martial arts world?"

Lu Wujiu nodded.

The fundamental reason why he had not given it to Liu Qingtan was because Liu Qingtan was too weak and could easily leak the secret.

However, now that he has reached the top three, he has some ability to protect himself, so it is not a big risk to give it to Liu Qingtan again.

"So, sir, you are a disciple of the Netherworld Samsara Sect!"

Seeing Lu Wujiu nod, Liu Qingtan was even more amazed. He had never imagined that the Netherworld Reincarnation Path that countless people had been searching for was actually the one belonging to Mr. Lu, whom he had spent so much time with.
At this moment, he finally understood why Mr. Lu's cultivation level increased so quickly?
Why was Mr. Lu in the form of a spirit when we first met?
It is possible that Mr. Lu is the reincarnation of a person.

As Liu Qingtan was filled with sighs, Lu Wujiu gave him instructions on how to use the Ninth-Rank Yin Lu and then prepared to leave.

Liu Qingtan couldn't help but say, "Sir, the nursing home has hired the Puhua Opera Troupe. They have an opera performance at the beginning of every month to entertain the elderly. Calculating the days, the day after tomorrow is the beginning of the month. Why don't you watch the opera before leaving?"

Lu Wujiu shook his head: "Don't waste time in the great competition. I won't watch the show anymore. There will be plenty of time in the future."

Liu Qingtan remained silent for a long time, then bowed.

When he looked up again, Lu Wujiu had disappeared without a trace.

It was just like the time when he first met Lu Wujiu, but now, even if he blew the bone whistle, he couldn't see Mr. Lu.

Still too weak.

I can't help Mr. Lu at all.

Liu Qingtan clenched his fist silently, turned and left.

Two days later, a simple theater was built in the nursing home, and Shen Lin led several of his disciples to perform on stage again.

Below the stage, there were groups of old people and rows of corpses and puppets. The top leaders of the Liangyi Sect were also sitting in the front row watching the ceremony.

Among them was Xiang Yang, a disciple of the Zhengyi sect who had come to visit during the day. He forced himself to stay awake and watch the Liyuan Opera.

Shen Lin worked very hard and sang very well.

At the end of the song, the whole audience burst into applause and cheers. Even the top leaders of the Liangyi Sect, who were short of money, threw a lot of money as a reward.

Shen Lin bowed in thanks, a trace of helplessness flashing across his heavily made-up face.

Could it be that it was just an immortal passing by that day?
(End of this chapter)