I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 49: Painting a Horse and Paying for It
Looking at the back of the stone tablet, there is an engraved spirit-absorbing magic array, and half of the magic power is still retained in the array. It is obvious that in order to maintain this Sumeru courtyard, magic power needs to be frequently infused.

Two evil spirits were suppressed under the monument, one was a turtle and the other was a snake.

After Lu Wujiu carefully sensed it, he suddenly understood.

How can this be a stone sculpture?

It is clearly a black tortoise shell, but the hollow shell is broken into pieces, and then held together with snake bones and sealed with stone powder, which makes it resemble a stone sculpture. It is like a Taoist temple in a snail shell.

"What a clever trick!"

Lu Wujiu was deeply moved. The Xuanmen methods were truly varied and ingenious.

Delighted at the sight of prey, he flashed and stepped into the trap.

Looking around, it was no different from the houses and mansions in the outside world, except that the sky was leaden white, not like the blue sky.

The main house, wing rooms, ear rooms, screen wall, flower beds... everything is available.

It looks like it can be lived in for a long time.

When I stepped into Nichang's boudoir, I saw the room was in a mess and the corpse on the ground looked even more hideous.

Lu Wujiu let out a sigh of disgust and had to drag the body into the yard. After searching the body, he set it on fire.

Then she rolled up her sleeves and swept the boudoir.

After finishing the sweeping, he looked at the scattered magical instruments piled on the table, and his mind was inevitably dazed.

There was a small table with a bunch of objects scattered around, including magic tools, curios, pills, talismans...

If you take out any one of them, it would probably be enough to support Lao Luguan's food, clothing and other expenses for several years.

You know, the Lao Lu Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years, but in Li You's hands, there are only a few magical instruments that he is worthy of attention!

Looking at the collection of Nishang, there are no less than ten pieces. No wonder Lu Hong is so jealous of the position of the hall master.

However, after checking them one by one, Lu Wujiu couldn't help but sigh.

The items are all good, but the personal imprint is too obvious.

For example, a six-sided magic sword with the words "Falling Snow" engraved on it, with magic power injected into it, is far superior to the Seven-Star Sword in terms of both the magic power conversion effect and the power of the sword.

Unfortunately, the words "falling snow" are really an eyesore!

In addition, the feminine sword patterns, sword guards, and sword rings... are not convenient to take out and use.

The same is true for other magical instruments.

Only talismans, elixirs, and two or three standard magical instruments can be used with confidence.

One is a gauze lantern depicting a nine-colored auspicious deer, imbued with magical power to illuminate evil and reveal ghosts. Judging by the signature on the lantern, it was likely made by the Cui family of Huainan Dao.

A few paper-cut horses can be transformed into fine horses by activating magical powers, which are suitable for temporary use as a means of transportation.

There is also an owl bone flute, produced by the Huanlong family.

At this time, the night owl was being kept in the Black Snake Garden, replacing Lu Wujiu's dead goshawk.

He looked at the magic weapon in front of him, thinking about the threat from the Fangzhong Sect. His thoughts turned in a thousand circles, and he suddenly stood up and left.

Unexpectedly, he had just left the boudoir and came to the courtyard when his eyes suddenly fixed.

But there was a faint flicker of light in Nichang's cremated ashes.

When I got closer, I saw a clear bead lying quietly in the ashes.

I bent down to pick it up, and it didn't feel hot to the touch, but rather warm. I injected magic power into the bead, but the bead didn't react at all.

Lu Wujiu raised his eyebrows and took a closer look. He was surprised to find that there was a lot of magic power left in the bead, one of which was the one he had just injected.

As his thoughts moved, this magical power flowed back out.

His eyes lit up at what he saw, and he immediately injected and withdrew his magic power repeatedly. After making sure that there was almost no loss, he looked down at the ashes beneath him, and a hint of realization suddenly flashed in his eyes.

If he guessed correctly, this should be a magical weapon that stores magic power!

"You've hidden it quite well. I'll call you the Dharma Pearl!"

Looking at the beads that had been baptized by fire, he opened his mouth and swallowed them into his stomach, then left the Black Snake Garden.

At this time, the noisy sounds in Lao Lu Temple had subsided.

Lu Wujiu left the room and found Cen Ying, telling her that Nichang was the head of Huanxi Hall. Cen Ying looked puzzled and refused to believe it.

He was too lazy to explain and just sent her to the underworld, letting her confront Nishang herself.

Then he found Liu Qingtan, who was a little depressed, and gave him some careful instructions before going down the mountain.

The mountain path wound, and the sun, gradually setting in the west, shone on the narrow path, illuminating the steps one after another, like the scales of a fish leaping onto the Dragon Gate, gleaming brightly. When Lu Wujiu reached the foot of the mountain, he remembered the horse he had left at a farmer's house. He hurriedly followed his memory, but noticed a strange atmosphere in the village, with many people whispering to each other when they saw him.

He was filled with wonder!
When we arrived at the foster farmer's house, we saw five or six people from the family coming out to greet us, all with apprehensive expressions on their faces.
"Forgive me, Immortal! Last night, a dragon overturned in Laolu Mountain. The two horses you left here were frightened, broke free from their reins, and ran away."

"Ran?"

Lu Wujiu looked around and saw that a corner of the cowshed not far away had collapsed, and there were faint wounds on the old cow next to it.

Outside the courtyard, many villagers followed, and I wonder if they were there to watch the fun?
"If the horse runs away, you have to pay for it!"

Lu Wujiu lowered his voice and seemed very indifferent.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely compensate you, I will definitely compensate you! Immortal, I am very poor and only have this little money. I beg you to give me some time to pay the rest. Once I sell my old cow and chickens, I will definitely give it to you."

The old man held up his hands, which were filled with some clipped coins of very low residual value, a few small pieces of silver, and most of the money he had left for raising horses.

"Is this true?"

"My whole home is here. How dare I deceive the Immortal?"

The old man said hurriedly, and as he said this, the old woman beside him wiped her tears and the young man lowered his head.

Only the children looked at Lu Wujiu in confusion.

Lu Wujiu said in a deep voice, "My horse is not an ordinary horse, do you know that?"

The old man shuddered and said, "I will pay you whatever the cost is. I only ask for a little more time."

Lu Wujiu shook his head: "Can you draw a horse?"

The old man was stunned, but the child behind him said boldly: "I can."

"Draw me one."

"Where is the painting?"

"Just on the ground."

The child picked up a stone, stuck out his butt, lay on the dry ground, and drew a crooked picture of a horse.

"Stand back a few steps."

The child dropped the stone and quickly stepped back.

"Back a few steps!"

The child took a few steps back and asked, "Is it all right?"

"okay!"

Lu Wujiu nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly waved his sleeves. A strong wind blew up, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The old man and his family subconsciously covered their noses and closed their eyes, but heard the neighbors screaming outside the yard.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a divine horse suddenly appearing in the rolling dust!
Lu Wujiu jumped onto the horse, pulled the reins, and said loudly as the horse raised its front hooves:

"Linzi Huama has already compensated me for my two horses. Please use the money to treat the old cow's injuries!"

Before he could finish his words, the horse had already put down its hooves and galloped away.

After walking out of the village, looking back, he could still vaguely see the old man kowtowing in the yard. Lu Wujiu shook his head, turned around and continued to run out of the mountain.

This journey lasted for three days and two nights.

Fortunately, the horse under his crotch was a paper-cut horse. If it were an ordinary horse, it would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

It seems that the loss of Fan Ma is really God's will.

On the morning of the fourth day, Lu Wujiu finally left Nanyang and arrived at Longyou Road.

Standing on the hillside, looking at the huge city stretching for more than ten miles in the distance.

He let out a light breath, put away the paper-cut horse, and walked away.

After entering the city, he had no interest in enjoying the worldly atmosphere. Instead, he went straight to the inn. After a hearty meal, he took a hot bath, asked for a room, and fell into a deep sleep.

It was not until dusk that he woke up.

Walking in the twilight that is almost like the early morning, we leave the inn and step into an unknown hidden corner.

At this time, the city was under curfew. Behind the famous Bajiao Alley, several wild cats were squatting on the eaves, gazing at the moon.

When they suddenly lowered their heads, they saw a Taoist walking in a deep alley, who crashed into a wall and disappeared without a trace. They were so frightened that they hunched their bodies, their fur stood on end, and fled in panic.

　[Thanks to the "Merciful Heavenly Father" for the 500 Qidian coins reward! ]

　　
　
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