I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 165: Don't Fall into Reincarnation
Being straightforward is definitely not a good way to build relationships.

At least, for Duan Lan, the head of Shenxiao Sect, he has better means.

For example, it takes ten years from the first acquaintance to becoming close friends regardless of age difference and finally becoming close friends.

At the very least, rescuing someone from danger or providing timely assistance are both good ways to break the ice.

But after careful consideration, he chose to speak frankly, both to show his sincerity and because he was running out of time.

"How did you find out?"

Lu Wujiu asked back, his expression neither surprised nor annoyed, as if he had expected it.

In other words, when Zhao Yimei came to his house, he realized that his fabricated identity as the Netherworld Reincarnation Dao would inevitably be leaked.

"Just a bit of luck."

Duan Lan did not explain too much. Without knowing Lu Wujiu's attitude, he was worried that Zhao Wuji and even Zhao Yimei would be implicated.

"It's rumored in the martial arts world that by cultivating the secret method of the Netherworld Reincarnation Dao, one can transcend the Three Realms and reincarnate forever, becoming immortal. I wonder if this rumor is true?"

Lu Wujiu laughed and said, "It's both true and false."

Duan Lan's expression hardened. "May I ask what is true? What is false?"

Lu Wujiu smiled and said, "This matter involves the confidentiality of our sect, so I'm sorry I can't tell you."

Duan Lan let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this, stood up, flung up his long sleeves, and bowed solemnly, saying:
"To be honest, I have the audacity to knock on the mountain, but I have come here to seek the Dao. After three hundred years of cultivation, although I have achieved the fourth-class cultivation level, I cannot achieve immortality and will eventually become an outsider. Lan has come here unexpectedly today, and I am willing to spare no expense, even to remove my bones and replace my marrow, in order to achieve immortality. I sincerely ask fellow Daoist to show me the way."

Lu Wujiu calculated with his fingers and asked in confusion, "Fellow Daoist, you have reached the fourth level of cultivation and should have a lifespan of at least a thousand years. Why are you so impatient?"

Duan Lan smiled bitterly, "Fellow Daoist, you have cultivated the Great Dao, but you don't know the hardships of cultivation. When you entered the Dao and swallowed that mouthful of innate primordial qi, you destroyed your very foundation of flesh and blood. Although you can replenish it with the primordial qi of heaven and earth later, the actual effect is limited. I, in my pursuit of reaching the next level and increasing my lifespan, have been greedy for merit and reckless, not sparing no effort to use my essence, energy, and spirit as my nourishment. With such cultivation, even if I were to live for a thousand years, how much of it would I be able to enjoy?"

Lu Wujiu nodded slightly, and suddenly realized that not everyone can use innate primordial qi as nourishment.

For most cultivators, there is only a limited amount of innate Qi. If it is used as the foundation of cultivation, it will harm the lifespan of the body. Even if cultivators have many natural treasures to make up for it, in the struggle for the great Dao, how many of them are willing to waste their precious energy and resources on health preservation?

Therefore, being able to enjoy 60% to 70% of one's theoretical lifespan was already a rare achievement. This was not to mention that Duan Lan was suspected of cultivating magical techniques that could secretly damage his lifespan.

Lu Wujiu thought for a moment and said, "There's a saying in the martial arts world: A drop of dew from the eaves of a sect nurtures a hundred years of blood and effort! Are you truly ready to enter my Netherworld Reincarnation Path?"

"Fellow Daoist, are you suggesting that I should withdraw from the Shenxiao Sect?" After the Shenxiao Sect Master finished speaking, he could not help but ask, "But when I see Fellow Daoist Zhao Wuji, you consider yourself a member of the Wudang Sect. Could it be that the Wudang Sect has already returned to the Netherworld Samsara Sect?"

Lu Wujiu shook his head. "You're worrying too much, fellow Daoist. The Netherworld Samsara Sect is a system of Daoist talismans with nine ranks, determined by merit. Whether you leave the Shenxiao Sect or continue to serve as the Shenxiao Sect Master, the Netherworld Samsara Sect won't interfere. However, once you enter this sect, your chance for reincarnation is entirely up to you to earn, or for a fellow sect member to guarantee it for you."

The headmaster of Shenxiao was a little confused. After asking carefully, he frowned slightly.

However, he did not expect that the Netherworld Reincarnation Path was not the same as that Path, but was similar to the Taoist Scriptures of the Zhengyi Sect, which was conferred by the founder and the opportunity for reincarnation had to be exchanged for merit.

In this way, the idea of ​​paying a one-time price in exchange for a permanent solution will be futile.

No wonder Zhao Wuji was still able to continue to serve as the headmaster of the Wudang Sect after he mastered the Netherworld Reincarnation Dao. It turns out that the root of the problem lies here.

At this point, he finally understood the meaning of Lu Wujiu's previous answer, "both true and false."

It turns out that the path of reincarnation in the underworld does not mean that one can become immortal by just becoming a disciple and practicing the great way.

While pondering, the headmaster of Shenxiao asked bluntly:

"May I ask, fellow Taoist, am I qualified to join the Netherworld Samsara Sect?"

Lu Wujiu nodded: "Yes."

The headmaster of the Divine Sky Sect was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, does your sect's Netherworld Samsara Sect's threshold for accepting the Dao require nine heart-searching questions, or does it require payment?"

Lu Wujiu said, "As I said, the Netherworld Reincarnation Path is a path of rank and order, without so many worldly rules. If there are rules, then only those who have reached the second rank can be granted the ninth-rank Yin Talisman. Other than that, only those who are above the sixth rank can take in newcomers."

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Shenxiao felt a chill in his heart.

Only the second-class can be awarded the ninth rank, and for the sixth rank, doesn't that mean one must have the fifth-class cultivation level?
wrong!

The headmaster of Shenxiao felt something in his heart and asked tentatively, "May I ask what rank you will be awarded, fellow Taoist?"

"As an introducer, it's more than enough."

The headmaster of the Divine Sky Sect was startled, but without a sound, he took out something from his sleeve and offered it to the master, saying, "I am eager to learn the Dao, and I hope you can introduce me to something!"

Lu Wujiu looked at the object presented to him, which turned out to be a Bagua bronze mirror!
He had seen this thing before. During the Dongxu War, it was Master Shenxiao who controlled this thing and brought a group of cultivators with him. It was not a spiritual weapon but was better than a spiritual weapon.

"Why do you need money to pave the way for me? What you do throughout your life is the best way to get in."

Lu Wujiu's heart was pounding, and he waved his hand to push the Bagua bronze mirror back.

The headmaster of the Divine Sky Sect was surprised. Then, with a thought in mind, he handed over the Eight Diagrams bronze mirror. "Fellow Daoist, your integrity is noble and I admire you. This little bit of patina is just a token of my appreciation. How can it be considered money to pave the way?"

Lu Wujiu smiled, and suddenly something came to his mind, and he reached out and put it into his sleeve.

"Well! As your introducer, I should have personally bestowed upon you the Ninth Rank Yin Scroll. However, your cultivation is so advanced that I think it would be better if a senior from the sect could bestow it upon you."

As Lu Wujiu spoke, he raised his hand slightly, and a vortex suddenly emerged before his eyes.

"Let's go!"

As he spoke, he stepped into the whirlpool.

The head of Shenxiao Sect was delighted and hurriedly stepped in, diving into a bizarre corridor. In the blink of an eye, the world changed its appearance.

Looking up, I saw clouds rising and auspicious purple air.

The roofs of the palaces float above the sea of ​​clouds, as if they are solitary boats with golden-backed beasts sitting on them, making it seem like a fairyland on earth.

The pupils of the Shenxiao Sect Leader dilated, and just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard a greeting in front of him.

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

"Hey!"

The head of Shenxiao Sect responded and hurriedly followed Lu Wujiu. Only then did he realize that the steps under his feet were paved with green chalcedony. Every time he took a step, flames would splash out.

The properties of each flame are different, and with his eyesight, he can only recognize a few of them.

For example: Yin phosphorus ghost fire, wood fire.

Flames wrapped around his cloud shoes, trying to burn away the worldly filth that had stained their shoes.

"Excuse me, fellow Taoist, where is this?"

"Mountain Gate!"

"Mountain gate? May I ask where this mountain gate is located?"

"One flower, one world; one leaf, one bodhi. This mountain gate may be in the mud and sand under your feet, or it may be high above the starry sky. If you ask where it is exactly, I don't know either."

The head of Shenxiao Sect showed a look of realization. No wonder the Xuanmen in the world searched all over the nine paths but still couldn't find the Netherworld Samsara Daozang.

It turns out that the mountain gate was built between the Sumeru Mountains.

He became more and more interested and squinted his eyes to carefully examine the surrounding scenery. Although the sea of ​​clouds blocked most of the scenery, the tip of the iceberg that was exposed through the sea of ​​clouds still allowed him to see a lot.

He had to admit that this should be the gate of the Netherworld Samsara Sect.

Because he could not see any trace of the architectural style of the Nine Paths, nor was it the Middle-earth style recorded in the isolated and fragmentary books.

Instead, it reveals an indescribable yet unique architectural style. Black cranes perched on the ridges, spherical brackets, red walls and black tiles, red steps and dragon terraces...

and many more!

Suddenly, the eyes of Master Shenxiao flashed, and he saw something special in the thick clouds.

Full of doubts, he followed Lu Wujiu into a golden palace.

The hall was quiet, candlelight flickering. Glancing over, he saw a figure sitting cross-legged at the far end, eyes closed in meditation. His aura was calm, almost mortal. This intensified the suspicions of the Shenxiao Sect Master.

"Your humble servant Lu Wujiu pays homage to Emperor Yin."

The head of the Divine Sky Sect also hurriedly bowed and said, "I am Duan Lan, the poor Taoist priest, and I pay my respects to Emperor Yin."

The voice fell, and the echo lingered for a long time. Yin Tianzi opened his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lu Wujiu bowed and said, "Your Highness Yin, this is the Master of the Divine Sky Sect. He wishes to join our sect. I dare not neglect him, so I have specially come to introduce him to you."

Yin Tianzi's gaze fell on the headmaster of Shenxiao Sect, and after a while he said, "Shenxiao? But is it the Shenxiao Sect, one of the nine great sects in the land of Jiudao?"

Duan Lan quickly bowed and said, "I dare not call myself great in front of the emperor."

Yin Tianzi smiled and asked, "In the realm of Shenxiao, the blue sky is the disciple, the jade platform has thousands of disasters, and the magnificent building has eight layers. Since you named it Shenxiao, then what do you think of this place of Shenxiao?"

Duan Lan said without hesitation: "The flying pavilion flows with elixir, the pillars are carved with elixir, it can be called the ninth heaven!"

After saying this, Yin Tianzi's smile faded a little, he nodded, casually threw out a Yin Lu and said, "Since Lu Wujiu recommended you, I will grant you a ninth-grade Yin Lu. Go!"

Duan Lan saw this and, as he took the Yin Lu, he gritted his teeth and said, "May I ask, Lord Yin, is there something wrong with the Nine-Layered Divine Sky?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lu Wujiu suddenly turned his head and looked over.

Yin Tianzi had a half-smile on his face: "Oh? What's the problem?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't look like real earth. Instead, it's as beautiful as a painting."

Duan Lan said tactfully that he remembered that Lu Wujiu's main practice was Ranzhen Dao, and he once deceived heroes all over the world with the "Fake Lao Lu Guan"!

In this case, Yin Tianzi might be the ancestor of Ranzhen Dao.

"Hahaha, wonderful!"

Yin Tianzi laughed heartily: "As expected of the headmaster of the Nine Great Mysterious Sects, he is indeed quite interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magnificent Golden Throne Hall with its coiled dragon pillars collapsed, and a cold and pale caisson with towering walls, like a prison, appeared before his eyes.

As he looked around, his eyes were quietly attracted by the wall in front of him.

This is a white wall.

He didn't know what material it was made of. It looked like jade but it wasn't jade. However, when he looked closely, he saw dense Sanskrit characters behind the white wall.

At the same time, an indescribable attraction made him unable to help but move closer, and he subconsciously reached out to touch her.

Sanskrit flowed through his fingertips, and a faint sense of rejection came over him, this was the smell of a seal.

This aroused his strong curiosity.

What is behind such a complicated seal?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the rune began to flow, and in an instant, he saw it.

God!

What did he see?
He saw a pile of twisted flesh and blood sitting on a nine-petal lotus platform as sacred as the sun, stacked up in the shape of Guanyin.

The Flesh and Blood Guanyin instantly noticed the prying eyes?
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked over. A scream that did not come from his throat, like a devilish sound piercing through his brain, penetrated into the mind of the head of Shenxiao Sect.

"Who are you?!"

The blood instantly drained from the face of Master Shenxiao. The next second, his shoulders suddenly sank, and he was suddenly grabbed by someone and pulled back.

The boundless blood color that frightened him disappeared in an instant.

Looking in front of me again, there was no longer the flesh-and-blood Guanyin, only a Sanskrit seal hidden by the snow-white wall.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

The headmaster of Shenxiao was breathing heavily. This was the first time he felt the threat of death since he reached the fourth level and looked down upon the world.

Even after breaking free, the lingering fear of escaping death still made his blood boil and his heart beat like a drum.

He had a premonition that if he watched any longer, he would lose himself.

Thinking of this, he looked at Lu Wujiu with gratitude - it was Lu Wujiu who pulled him away just now.

He subconsciously asked, "What is that?"

Lu Wujiu said: "Bloody Guanyin!"

"Flesh and Blood Guanyin?"

Lu Wujiu said nothing and looked at Yin Tianzi.

The headmaster of the Divine Sky Sect only then realized his impoliteness and quickly bowed, saying, "I hope that Emperor Yin will forgive my intrusion."

"That's alright! You're quite good at seeing through the illusion."

"Your Excellency Yin, thank you for your compliment. May I ask what that Flesh and Blood Guanyin is?"

"Just a Buddhist monster."

"Buddhism?" The headmaster of Shenxiao was stunned. A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind: "Is Emperor Yin here to suppress that Buddhist monster?"

"That's quite clever!"

After receiving a positive answer, Master Shenxiao was slightly shocked.

No wonder there is no trace of Yin Tianzi in the world. It turns out that he is suppressing the trolls in the world.

Without waiting for him to continue asking, Yin Tianzi waved his hand and said:

"A great catastrophe is about to begin. If you are a genius, do not fall into the cycle of reincarnation."

"Yes!"

Before Master Shenxiao could speak, a vortex swirled under his feet, and then the familiar corridor appeared again.

By the time the scenery settled, he had returned to Lu Wujiu's room.

If it weren't for the Yin Talisman in his hand, the head of Shenxiao Sect would have felt like it was all a dream.

After a while, he finally reacted and looked at Lu Wujiu and said, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, where did the great catastrophe that Emperor Yin spoke of come from?"

Lu Wujiu asked in return, "Do you know the eighteen sea regions of the East China Sea?"

Duan Lan was a little surprised, but nodded and said, "I've heard a little bit about it."

"Have you ever been there?"

"I was curious in my early years and visited a few times."

"Have you ever seen the Eighteen Sea Divine Beasts?"

"I met Zhang Weifeng of Broken Star Island and talked about the local customs and practices of the Nine Dao Islands."

"Has Zhang Weifeng never discussed topics like lifespan with fellow Daoist?"

The headmaster of Shenxiao became increasingly confused. Concentrating on his recollection, he shook his head and said, "No, may I ask, fellow Taoist, why do you ask this?"

"Haha, then, fellow Daoist, when did you realize that your life span was coming to an end?"

"Fellow Daoist, what you mean is that my life span is related to the Eighteen Seas?"

(End of this chapter)