I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 58: Dharma Master's Ritual
"So it's Master Nanxiang. Thank you for your kindness. I'm sorry to have laughed at my little magic!"

A calm voice came from behind Master Nanxiang.

The pupils of Master Nanxiang suddenly shrank, and he turned back calmly, only to see Lu Wujiu appear behind him at some point, looking gentle and polite, with his hands clasped together.

This scene made Yang Fengzhao's heart beat wildly!
It is worthy of being the one who intercepted Ruan Xing's summoning spell, it is indeed extraordinary.

Dharma Master Nanxiang was silent for a moment, then smiled casually and said:
"I have been in the world for a hundred years, and this is the second time I have seen shadow magic. I wonder what sect or school you belong to?"

Lu Wujiu bowed and said, "I'm just a casual cultivator."

Dharma Master Nanxiang frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "There are hidden geniuses in the marketplace, and heroes hidden in the countryside! I wonder why the two of you are fighting in my Liuren Sect?"

Lu Wujiu glanced at Zhao Yimei, who was restrained by the ghost's hand, and thought of the teachings that Master Nanxiang had given her before, and smiled:

"It's just a slight misunderstanding. Fairy Zhao hates evil and has a pure heart. It's just that her personality is a little erratic and she often acts rashly. I hope the Master won't blame her!"

Dharma Master Nanxiang smiled with satisfaction and said:

"It's good for young people to be motivated, but they should know when to stop."

"What the Dharma Master said is absolutely right!"

"Forget it. Everyone who comes here is a guest. Since you are Yang Fengzhao's friend, I will let bygones be bygones. I'll have to trouble you two with Yang Fengzhao's ascent to the stairs."

"I will do my best!"

Master Nanxiang nodded, stepped into the air, and stepped out of the roof. A ghost hand extended out, forming a step, supporting the master and letting him leave gracefully.

At this time, the ghost hand that was holding Zhao Yimei also dissipated like dust. Zhao Yimei, who was no longer restrained, fell to the ground. Although she was free, her face was extremely ugly.

She wasn't ashamed of being defeated by Nanxiang Dharma Master, but the fact that Lu Wujiu, the madman, could easily dodge Nanxiang Dharma Master's attacks undoubtedly made her look extremely incompetent! At this moment, the pride of the Pure Yang Sword Cultivator seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fengzhao hurried away, bowed, and tried to comfort him with kind words.

Lu Wujiu looked down at him coldly, then turned around and lightly jumped down the stairs.

Taoist boy Ruan Xing hurried over and said, "Senior Lu, are you okay?"

Lu Wujiu shook his head: "It's okay."

Ruan Xing said, "This place is not suitable for living. Senior, please follow me."

Lu Wujiu nodded and left with the Taoist boy Ruan Xing.

The Liuren disciples standing on the rooftops, treetops, and even in the shadows looked at Lu Wujiu's back with strange eyes.

The temple is quiet and the pavilions are secluded.

Led by Ruan Xing, the two passed through the Moon Gate, walked along the long corridor, waded through the bamboo forest, and stopped in a quiet courtyard.

As soon as Lu Wujiu entered the room, Ruan Xing suddenly bowed, his head almost lowering to the ground:

"Please forgive me, Senior. What happened tonight was caused by me. I said something I shouldn't have said."

Lu Wujiu sat down on the chair and said calmly, "Oh, what did you say?"

Ruan Xing's face was full of anxiety, and he told Zhao Yimei everything about how she stopped him.

After hearing this, Lu Wujiu asked, "Do you know the origins of Zhao Yimei?"

Ruan Xing said: "I'm not very clear about it, but I heard that it's from the Wudang Sect in Longyou Road!"

Lu Wujiu nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Your mistake was unintentional, don't take it to heart. I'm tired, you should go back and rest early!"

Ruan Xing bowed gratefully: "Junior will take his leave!"

After Ruan Xing left, Lu Wujiu let out a long sigh and sat in the chair in a daze.

Zhao Yimei's accidental success made him suddenly realize that her unreasonable behavior might be the normal state of a monk!
As a cultivator, he is born with great fortune and is a favored child of heaven. How could he act as he did in his previous life, where he always relied on evidence for everything?
As the saying goes: When you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally have the urge to kill!
So why isn't he?

The fox spirits in Longhua Cave would never imagine until their death that the one who wiped out their entire family was not an enemy or a nemesis, but just a passing cultivator!

It can be said to be an unexpected disaster.

From Lu Wujiu's perspective, seeing evil is just like a farmer removing weeds!

If Zhao Yimei is unhappy, she can force him to ask, but what about Huanxitang?
Lu Wujiu took a deep breath and began to reflect on himself. In terms of status, he should be on par with the Old Lu Mountain God and the Master of Liuren.

After all, no matter how weak the immortal in the book is, he is still an immortal.

However, he is just an immortal in the book after all.

The Laolu Mountain God is restricted by Laolu Mountain. Once he leaves Laolu Mountain, he becomes a Jiazi Wood Ghost, and he is also restricted by the human skin book.

Even if the human skin book has unlimited potential, if it cannot grow, everything will be in vain.

Now he has only status but no power.

Even with all the effort, he could only cultivate the skills for ten years.

Including the magic power stored in the magic bead, it is only twenty years of skill, which is still too weak.

Thinking of this, Lu Wujiu's eyes flickered... If he could help Yang Fengzhao ascend the ladder this time, perhaps he could earn some fame, set up his own altar, and use the hands of Liuren School disciples to collect the dead souls.

"Huh..." After thinking this, he let out a sigh and went into silent meditation.

A dreamless night.

The next day, Yang Fengzhao and Ruan Xing came to apologize. Lu Wujiu waved his hands repeatedly, saying that children's words are innocent and not to be taken seriously.

Yang Fengzhao heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Wujiu's frank expression, and took the initiative to comfort Zhao Yimei:

"Although Fairy Zhao has a reckless personality, she's not a bad person by nature. What happened last night was purely a misunderstanding. I've already asked Ruan Xing to explain it clearly. Fairy Zhao has already stated that she won't bother you again, so please don't take it to heart."

Lu Wujiu replied, "Thank you for your concern, my priority right now is to ascend the stairs. Don't worry about these trivial matters."

Yang Fengzhao smiled bitterly.

The people who came to help him were not in harmony, which affected his climbing. How could he not care?
He even wanted to ask Jun to leave last night!

But after thinking about it all night, I couldn't bear to let them go. One has unparalleled sword energy, and the other is better than a magic master. Both are great helpers. It would cost blood to ask either of them to leave!
As the two chatted for a while, Lu Wujiu took the initiative to ask, "I wonder what the specific content of the ceremony is? I can make preparations early."

In fact, before agreeing to help Yang Fengzhao, Lu Wujiu had already made inquiries.

I vaguely knew some of the procedures, but there were still some tricks that I wasn't quite clear about, so I took the opportunity to ask.

Yang Fengzhao, who had originally wanted to wait until all the people who came to help had gathered before informing them, thought for a moment and said, "Thank you for your concern, I will speak frankly."

Lu Wujiu dipped his little finger in the tea, wiped his ear hole, and pretended to listen attentively.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know where my Dharma lineage's soldiers and generals are kept?"

"It is said to be at the altar!"

"Where is the altar then?"

"Please ask fellow Taoist to clarify my doubts."

"This altar is in the spirit world!"

"Spirit world?"

"Indeed, it's a world where the remnants of all living things gather! Although all living things die and their souls return to the mountains, they often still have lingering attachments, gathering in the spirit world and transforming into dynasties, counties, prefectures, and roads, even the immortal courts and the underworld. This is also the source of folklore."

Lu Wujiu's eyes flashed.

"A so-called altar is a piece of land chosen in the spirit world to raise a host of demons. However, the spirit world is where all beings' obsessions converge, teeming with demons and monsters that reject all outsiders. Any altar will be subject to endless attacks. Therefore, if you want to build an altar safely, you must obtain a land deed."

"Land deed?"

"Indeed, the spiritual world is where the obsessions of all living beings converge, reflecting the rules of the human world. Within it, counties, prefectures, and roads, even the immortal courts and the underworld, all have land deeds. If you can seize them, you can rule over a place."

"If you want to ascend to the rank of Dharma Master, you must at least seize an entire county as a Fenghuo Academy. Then, your disciples can set up altars and raise soldiers in the academy."

After hearing this, Lu Wujiu was surprised and asked, "If that's the case, why didn't your sect's Immortal Master help fellow Taoists seize the land deed? Since they are the Masters, I think they have already seized the land deed and established the Wind and Fire Court. Wouldn't that make it easier for them to act in the spirit world?"

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