I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 154 You are not qualified yet!

Lu Wujiu spread his wings and flew high. After breaking through the clouds, he hovered steadily in the air, motionless, with only his black robe fluttering in the strong wind.

He closed his eyes slightly, quietly feeling the changes in his lifespan.

The time interval between the first two times his lifespan declined was about an hour. This was the fundamental reason why he suddenly appeared to question Fu Li, because he was very worried that Fu Li would notice the third time his lifespan declined.

However, after Fu Li cursed and swore an oath, he suddenly realized that the decline of his lifespan would take time, which was one hour.

In other words, if we count back one hour from the first time his lifespan declined, it was the time when he landed on Fubo Island.

So who cast the curse when he landed on Fubo Island?

Fisherman?
A passerby passing by?
Or... is there something wrong with Fubo Island itself?

Amidst a myriad of thoughts, Lu Wujiu silently calculated the time... It was now the third hour, and the third decline in his lifespan began.

"Bibo——"

The sound of oil splashing from the candles and lamps resonated in his body again, and an invisible and intangible object flowed out of his body and fell into the Fubo Island below.

Lu Wujiu's face darkened. He waved his hand and took out the Book of Life and Death. As the papers rustled, he saw that his life span had been fixed at November 27, 499.

Three hours means three days of life lost. This power is terrifying.

He looked down at the Fubo Island, which was as big as a chessboard, and after a moment of hesitation, he fled a hundred miles away.

Another hour passed.

The familiar feeling came again, and his life span decreased by another day.

Lu Wujiu couldn't sit still anymore.

Even after his lifespan declined four times in a row and he was far away from Fubo Island, he was unable to prevent this from happening. It was basically confirmed that he was under an invisible and intangible curse.

The only person who could plant the curse without his knowledge was probably the real master behind Fubo Island - Fubo Minggui!
And he had reason to suspect that this was a passive trigger.

First of all, he had no grudge against Fu Bo Ming Gui;

Secondly, even if for unknown reasons, one decides to kill, there is no need for the speed to decay once an hour.

This is too slow.

Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to cook oil directly over a raging fire?
There is only one explanation for this situation: the Fu Bo Ming Turtle is collecting life energy.

One hour can squeeze out one day of lifespan, which is a very small amount. Not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators would find it difficult to detect.

Because lifespan is not a quantifiable essence, energy and spirit; it is invisible and intangible and difficult to understand.

If he didn't have the human skin book in his hands, he probably wouldn't be able to see through it.

Thinking of this, Lu Wujiu, who was flapping his wings thousands of feet high in the sky, looked at Fubo Island with cold eyes.

As expected, any narrative logic in the online monastic community is inseparable from the word "interest".

Sacrificing oneself and sealing the volcano is probably just a trick to fool people!

However, we still need some evidence to prove whether Fu Bo Ming Gui is the murderer.

Because the residents of Fubo Island don't seem to be affected at all.

You know, one hour can squeeze out one day of life. Even if an ordinary person has a lifespan of a hundred years, he can only last for more than twenty years at most.

If this incident happened recently, it could be explained. But if it happened a thousand years ago, there is no reason why it could be hidden from everyone.

After all, one can only live on Fubo Island for twenty to thirty years. Not to mention cultivators, even ordinary people can sense that something is wrong with this place.

Lu Wujiu suspected that it might be targeting outsiders!
In other words, there is a certain upper limit to the decline of lifespan.

Thinking of this, he had an idea in his heart, and his mind immediately escaped into the spiritual world, entered the Soul-Nourishing Wind and Fire Institute, sent a message to Yang Fengzhao, and checked the legend of the East China Sea.

Yang Fengzhao replied very quickly.

In just one hour, many legends of the East China Sea were found.

The catastrophe caused by the fire spirit that fell from the sky a thousand years ago is clearly recorded.

"Hai Nei Shi Yi Ji" records: In the Ding Si year, Mars retrograded and entered the Heart constellation. That night, the sky suddenly split, a crimson glow pierced the sky, and a stream of fire, like a meteorite, fell to the shores of the East China Sea. Fishermen saw from afar a ball of fire as large as a giant turtle, its light so blazing that it was impossible to look directly at it. Wherever it passed, clouds rose, dyeing the waves a crimson cloud for hundreds of miles."

"A few years later, the East China Sea was in turmoil. The demons stepped forward and used their bodies to form a seal to suppress the eighteen volcanoes. Hence, the name Eighteen Seas..."

Yang Fengzhao spoke eloquently, and the legends he mentioned were basically the same as what Fu Li said.

After hearing this, Lu Wujiu asked, "Are there any relevant records about Fubo Island?"

"There's very little information in the book, only some records of local customs and practices."

At this point, Yang Fengzhao asked curiously, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, why are you suddenly investigating the East China Sea?"

Lu Wujiu nodded and said, "To be honest, I'm looking for the Water Spirit. Do you have any relevant information?"

Yang Fengzhao frowned, and after racking his brains, he shook his head: "I'm not very clear about this either, but don't worry, fellow Taoist. I'll use my connections to help you find it."

Lu Wujiu bowed and said, "I would like to thank you in advance! By the way, if you don't have the water element spirit, the other four elements spirit will also do. Also, don't say that I am looking for it."

Yang Fengzhao nodded: "I saved it."

From beginning to end, Lu Wujiu never mentioned the curse of Fubo Island.

Human hearts are unpredictable. If the outside world knew that he was cursed and his life span was less than a few decades, the consequences would be unimaginable amidst the turmoil among the people.

For now, I can only deal with the matter of the water spirit.

After exiting the spirit world, Lu Wujiu thought for a moment, then casually created a shadow clone, sneaked into Fubo Island, and secretly investigated.

The investigation took a whole day and night.

As we visited along the way, Fubo Island seemed normal at first glance.

However, after careful investigation, Lu Wujiu discovered that the average life expectancy of residents on Fubo Island was generally lower than that of the Jiudao area, and the highest life expectancy was less than sixty years.

A place where spiritual practice is common, but the lifespan is shorter than that of the Nine Paths Land. This is obviously a problem!
It could be said that promoting spiritual practice is just to cover up the issue of lifespan.

After all, without the nourishment of the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth, the lifespan of ordinary people will only be shorter.

"call--"

"Is it you? Fu Bo Ming Turtle!"

Lu Wujiu let out a breath, and as his thoughts flowed, his figure disappeared without a trace.

……

Fubo Island becomes exceptionally quiet after dark.

In the city, apart from the night watchmen, there were only the night dung collectors who pushed dung carts back and forth between the streets and alleys.

Fubo Island is large, but its population is even larger.

The main ingredient is fish.

As a result, fruits and vegetables have become the ultimate enjoyment.

Therefore, although the status of the night incense collectors is not high, their wages are very high, not inferior to those of the fishermen who dig for food in the sea.

Outside the island owner's mansion, the low-level laborers who keep the island running are working tirelessly.

Inside the mansion, some people were also busy.

In the center of the island owner's mansion, a double-eaved hall was built, in which the Fu Bo Ming Turtle was enshrined.

Unlike the Fu Bo Ming Turtle sculpture outside, the one enshrined in the hall had almost no visible body, only a head, floating above the ground, its bloody mouth agape. At this moment, a strong man carried the demon corpse that had been brought into the palace for inspection during the day, arrived in front of the sculpture, and threw the body and its shadow into the bloody mouth.

The sculpture seemed like a bottomless pit. After the two demon corpses were thrown into it, there was no sound of them falling to the bottom for a long time.

These strong men were obviously accustomed to this scene. After throwing in the demon corpse, they worshipped according to the procedure and then turned and left.

The hall became quiet, with only the ever-burning candlesticks emitting faint candlelight, illuminating the swaying shadows in the hall.

After a long time, a faint "peng" sound came from the mouth of the Fu Bo Ming Turtle statue, which sounded like a burp after a hearty meal.

No one saw the blood splattering after the demon corpse fell to the ground.

Amidst a sea of ​​scarlet blood, a shadow opened its eyes.

"This is……"

The darkness could not cover Lu Wujiu's eyes. The scenery before him made his scalp tingle.

This is an octagonal altar. Surrounding the altar are towering walls with hidden runes and flashing lights. Looking around, it feels like being trapped in a cage.

Inside the cage, there were mountains of white bones and piles of dried flesh and blood like hemp.

If you look closely, they are almost all sirens.

As Lu Wujiu looked around, the blood that exploded under his feet seeped into the runes under his feet, and a localized light suddenly lit up.

In an instant, Lu Wujiu felt the crisis.

The shadow flowed to the side like water. Looking back, the fallen demon corpse was already shrouded in a red glow. In just a moment, all its essence was gone, leaving only a dried-up corpse, unable to tell whether it was new or old.

Lu Wujiu looked around, and the shadow turned into reality, revealing his body. He bowed and said, "I am Lu Wujiu, the poor Taoist priest, and I pay my respects to my Taoist friend Fubo!"

The sound was not loud, but it echoed endlessly in the eight-walled cage.

"Stab!"

In an instant, the talisman light flowing above the cage suddenly became brighter, as if a sleeping monster was awakened.

"Om-"

An indescribable force rose from under his feet, as if it came from the scorching heat of a volcano in the underworld, trying to roast and suck all his flesh and blood dry.

Lu Wujiu's face changed slightly, and pure Yang sword energy emerged from his body. Then it shook and turned into a huge shock wave, hitting the surrounding rock walls.

"Boom!"

The sword energy hit the rock wall, making a dull roar, but it could not disperse the floating light, nor could it disperse the terrifying devouring force under its feet.

"Fellow Daoist, don't refuse a toast and then drink the forfeit!"

Lu Wujiu shouted angrily, suddenly raised his hand, and waved it in the air. With a few strokes, he drew a few wavy lines, resembling waves of the sea, and then flew away.

"Crash..."

In an instant, the surging sea water, like a river pouring down a gorge, gushed out from the void and wandered freely.

In an instant, the corpses in the cage rolled over and the runes hummed.

"Who?"

A dull growl was heard.

"Why, fellow Daoist, are you awake now?"

Lu Wujiu stood suspended in the air, with the vast ocean beneath his feet and the sound scorching.

"This island manager is getting more and more rude. Why did they send someone alive?"

The dull voice complained, then consoled him, "Don't worry, little kid. I'll get you out right away."

Lu Wujiu was in a state of shock and doubt, and said loudly:
"Excuse me, fellow Taoist, but is it the Fu Bo Ming Turtle?"

"Exactly."

"I'm here to visit fellow Taoists."

As Lu Wujiu spoke, he waved his hand and the surging sea water dispersed.

In an instant, dry bones fell like rain in the eight-walled cage, and there was no trace of sea water.
"What a wonderful spell!"

A sigh was heard, and light gathered in the talisman array, transforming into an old man with white hair in front of Lu Wujiu.

He was dressed in simple, ancient clothes, unlike those of recent dynasties. He held a twisted cane in his hand and looked at Lu Wujiu with a friendly face: "I wonder what brings you here, young friend?"

Lu Wujiu bowed and said, "I come from the land of the Nine Daos. I have long heard of the might of the Eighteen Divine Beasts and have come to pay my respects. However, I did not expect that since I set foot on Fubo Island, my lifespan has been declining. May I ask why this is so?"

Fu Bo Ming Gui was surprised. He looked him up and down and said, "Fellow Daoist, you have supernatural powers. You can actually sense the passing of your lifespan. I wonder what your cultivation level is?"

Lu Wujiu asked in return: "This has nothing to do with this matter, right?"

"It's nothing to do. I'm just a little surprised. I've only seen nine people coming from the East Sea. I didn't expect that the nine mysterious methods have developed so profoundly that they can even detect life span."

"So, this is the spell you cast?"

"Not bad!"

Lu Wujiu was a little surprised by Fu Bo Ming Gui's frank admission. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was an accusation or a scolding.

"Young friend, please don't be upset. Listen to what I have to say. You just said that you have heard of the might of the Eighteen Divine Beasts. I think you know that the Millennium Fire Spirit will descend upon the world and cause great disaster."

Lu Wujiu nodded.

"Now that you know, it's easy to explain. To be honest, young friend, after I and my seventeen closest friends sealed the volcano, although the years were long and difficult, our minds were able to occasionally wander freely under the sea, so we weren't lonely. However, a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. Even though we, the demon race, have a long lifespan, we can no longer withstand the wear and tear of the avenue, and most of us are now dying."

Hearing this, Lu Wujiu had already guessed what Fu Bo Ming Gui was going to say next.

"For the safety of the Eighteen Seas, I, along with seventeen old friends, have set up the Wall of Stealing Years and Reversing Fate, borrowing the lifespans of all living beings to resist the Great Dao's annihilation. This is the fundamental reason why your lifespan has declined since you landed on the island."

Lu Wujiu had a blank expression on his face: "I see. Then I'd like to ask my fellow Taoist to remove the curse from this poor Taoist."

"I can't break it, I can't break it. Once this formation is activated, it cannot be reversed. Even if you move away, you can't escape."

Before Lu Wujiu could get angry, Fu Bo Ming Gui said:

"However, my friend, don't panic. This formation only lends you ten years of life. When the ten years are up, the curse will be gone. If you don't believe me, just look at the people on Fubo Island and even other islands, and you will know what I say is true."

Lu Wujiu frowned, "Your Excellency, are you saying that you deserve this misfortune and should lose ten years of your lifespan?"

Fu Bo Ming Gui remained amiable and kind: "I have heard that the city gate tax and the passing tax are prevalent in the Nine Daos. These ten years of my lifespan are considered the city gate tax."

Lu Wujiu laughed, "What a great city gate tax! But the city gate tax in the Nine Daos is clearly marked. But in the Eighteen Seas, it's forced buying and selling. Is this in line with morality?"

"Every place has its own customs, and nine out of ten miles are different."

Fu Bo Ming Turtle said slowly and leisurely:
"If you want to live longer, it's not impossible. But from now on, you are not allowed to set foot in the Eighteen Seas again. Can you do it?"

Lu Wujiu narrowed his eyes and said after a while, "Okay, but you have to swear by the Dao that everything you say is true. If you speak falsely, the heavens will strike you with five thunders!"

Before he finished speaking, a bone-chilling chill suddenly came from the phantom body of Fu Bo Ming Turtle, pressing Lu Wujiu to the point where he couldn't breathe.

After careful consideration, it is clear that he has reached the fourth level of great perfection!
"My friend, don't push your luck. You don't have the qualifications to make me swear an oath!"

Lu Wujiu had a blank expression on his face: "I dare not swear, how can I prove that the ten-year lifespan claim is true?"

"Bowing and yielding is not a sign of cowardice. How dare a young boy speak so arrogantly?"

As the angry shouts arose, mysterious rays of light suddenly lit up on the eight walls, and an illusory tortoise shell appeared on the dome, smashing down.

(End of this chapter)