I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 46 Brother, call me whatever you like?
Cen Ying, who had come along, was startled when she heard the usher call out her name. She quickly condensed her voice and said to Lu Wujiu:
"Master, would you like me to take Nichang to the back for some shelter?"

Lu Wujiu frowned, gently put down the cup, and said, "No need."

It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.

He asked Lao Lu about the invitation list of the mountain god, and found that they were all monsters and demons from nearby, but no humans.

Lao Luguan is considered to be the only one of its kind.

If that’s the case, why did Huanxitang come here?

The result is probably self-evident.

Not long after, a sound of footsteps was heard, and the old Lushan God was the first to emerge from the stairs, followed closely by a handsome scholar.

This man was dressed in white, holding a folding fan, with three thousand black hair draped over his shoulders, looking very handsome and suave.

and many more!

Isn’t the head of Huanxi Hall a woman?
Is this a woman dressed as a man?

Or... the new hall master?
Lu Wujiu raised his eyelids slightly, and saw that after the scholar went up to the third floor, he glanced at Lu Wujiu, and his expression and movements froze visibly.

Then it returned to normal.

The Happy Hall is not big, but it is also a branch of the famous and prestigious Fangzhong School, with a high status. Therefore, the old Lushan God politely led him to the left seat, opposite Lu Wujiu.

"Fellow Daoist, this person is holding an invitation from the Black Dragon King. I'm afraid he has ill intentions."

The voice of Lao Lu Mountain God rang in Lu Wujiu's ears.

Lu Wujiu narrowed his eyes, and something in his mind suddenly dawned on him.

Although he burned the Longhua Cave, the cave was too large and might not be burned completely. This person must have received the invitation from the Lao Lu Mountain God from the left protector's room.

I don't know if it was luck or an eye-opener that made him come here this time, but it was an unexpected success for him.

With the arrival of the Master of Joyful Hall, the ascension ceremony of the Old Lu Mountain God officially began.

The old Lushan God stood up and stood at the first seat, giving his opening speech:
"I am a mere wood spirit, yet I am ranked among the Old Law Immortals. This is truly a blessing from heaven and earth! Today, I am holding the Grand Ceremony of Ascension to the Gods. I shall remain steadfast in my commitment to protecting this beautiful land. I invite you all to witness and join me in this grand event!"

“Let’s celebrate together!”

All the monsters in the building stood up and raised their glasses to congratulate Lao Lu on his ascension to the godhood.

"Come, come, come, everyone, drink this cup and have a great time!"

"Drink!"

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became noisy.

The monsters present were originally imitating humans, and the fact that they could put on such a feast was the result of the hard work of the old Lushan God.

It is natural that the situation is boiling now.

Lu Wujiu didn't have many friends, so while he was drinking alone, he looked at Nishang and asked, "Do you know that person?"

Nichang took a look at him openly and said, "He is the deputy head of Huanxi Hall. I don't like his eyes."

Lu Wujiu nodded: "Oh, then I'll dig it up later."

Nishang said: "I'm causing you trouble."

Lu Wujiu sighed: "I asked for this."

Nichang said no more.

As time went by, after a few cups of forgetfulness drinks, the monsters became more and more unrestrained.

Some even revealed their true colors and wrestled with each other for fun, attracting a crowd of bettors.

Seeing that a group of demons were dancing wildly, Lu Wujiu simply apologized and led everyone away.

After leaving the pavilion, the night breeze from the mountains blew on their faces, making everyone feel refreshed. Looking back, they felt as if they had woken up from a dream and were reminiscing about the past.

"Let's go!"

Lu Wujiu called out and walked away. The disciples, though slightly tipsy, were still very excited and were discussing what they had seen and heard.

Halfway through the journey, Lu Wujiu suddenly stopped and said, "You go back first, I will be there later."

The disciples didn't take it seriously and all clasped their fists and walked ahead.

Only Lu Wujiu was left standing in the wilderness.

Not long after, the grass and trees swayed, and he frowned, only to see Nichang come back. "Why are you back again?"

As soon as the words fell, the grass and trees swayed again, and the Joyful Hall Master, dressed in white, squeezed out from the deep grass. He patted the grass debris on his body with a look of disgust, then looked up at Nishang:

"No matter how much defense you take, you can never prevent a thief from within your own home. I never thought that the Sutra Library was burned down by you, Master!"

Master of the Hall?

A flash of lightning like thunder flashed through Lu Wujiu's mind.

He suddenly looked at Nishang.

Nichang covered her mouth and smiled: "Yes, I burned it, and by the way, I took away the treasures accumulated in the temple and ran away... Is this the result you want?"

The deputy hall master replied in a gentle and elegant manner, "As expected of the hall master, you are indeed considerate and thoughtful."

Nishang said, "I've only been away from Huanxi Hall for a few days, and you're already so impatient. Your manners are really ugly. This is not good, it will easily break your charm."

The deputy hall master laughed and said, "So what? As the head of Huanxi Hall, I have plenty of furnaces and tripods!"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly stood up like a fox's.

In just a moment, the Sanqing Bell that protected Lu Wujiu's body shattered.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

At the same time, the surrounding grass and trees swayed, and more than ten monsters rushed out, flapping their wings and howling, and rushed straight towards them.

Lu Wujiu stared at the deputy hall master calmly, and was unmoved by the group of monsters rushing towards him.

The next moment, the group of monsters suddenly froze in mid-air as they surrounded and pounced on the monster.

But then they saw countless tree roots that appeared out of nowhere, trapping their hands and feet and holding them in mid-air.

"Old Lushan God?!"

The deputy hall master was horrified. "This is the internal affairs of the Joy Hall. If you dare to interfere, I will destroy your incense offerings and cut off your foundation."

"What you have to consider now is your life!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded beside the deputy hall master's ear.

The deputy hall master looked up in surprise, only to see Lu Wujiu still standing not far away, with a cold wind blowing beside him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a soul as solid as a physical body, looking at him expressionlessly.

A talisman sword was pinched between her fingertips and placed against his neck.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

At that moment, countless tree roots emerged from the ground and tied up the deputy hall master tightly. Some vines also drilled into the seven orifices of the human body.

The deputy hall master's eyes widened in pain, and when he opened his mouth to wail, a thick rattan stick was stuffed into his mouth.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu put away the talisman sword and looked at Nishang expressionlessly.

"Should I call you A Ni, Ni Chang, or the Master of Huan Xi Hall?"

"Brother, call me whatever you like?"

Nichang said with a smile, her voice clear and still innocent.

Lu Wujiu hesitated for a moment and said, "When did you cast the spell on me?"

Nichang looked aggrieved: "Brother, what you said is too sad. You know best whether I used any magic or not."

Lu Wujiu said nothing.

To be honest, if the deputy hall master hadn't exposed him, he was sure that he had not been hit by the spell.

Because the phantom of the Three Purities Bell shrouding the soul never gave any warning, nor did it break.

But now he wasn't sure.

Thinking back to his experience after meeting Nishang, an indescribable fear grew in his heart.

They looted the Sutra Repository, took it away from the Joyful Hall, and then brought it back to the Lao Lu Temple... Each and every one of them seemed to have sufficient reasons, but in fact, it didn't seem like a decision he could make at all!

As he thought of this, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the next second, Nishang unconsciously raised her delicate chin.

A talisman sword is quietly placed across the neck.

(End of this chapter)