I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 96: Conferring the Scripture on Zhao Wuji

In order to save time, Lu Wujiu placed the young tiger Zhao Wuji in the Black Snake Garden, then turned into a shadow and hid among the shadows of trees in the mountains and forests. After running thousands of miles, he arrived at Longyou Road in just one day and one night.

When they reached a hundred miles from Wudang Mountain, he released Zhao Wuji and asked:

"What's next?"

Zhao Wuji landed, looked up at the surrounding mountains, and then looked towards the direction of the sunrise. His spirit transmitted a message: "Go southeast, and walk about fifty miles. There is a small mountain called Yong'an Mountain. You can stop there."

"Not going to Wudang Mountain?"

"Pang Chen is cunning. Wudang Mountain is probably full of spies right now. Going there now would be a trap."

Lu Wujiu nodded, put Zhao Wuji away again, and changed his route to Yong'an Mountain.

Fifty miles of mountain road, only a cup of tea is enough to reach the destination.

After Zhao Wuji came out again, he roughly identified the direction and headed towards the deep mountains and old forests. Lu Wujiu followed behind him, and after several twists and turns, they stopped in front of a slope.

Zhao Wuji patted the wasteland in front of him with his claws and said, "Fellow Daoist, could you help me dig up this grave?"

Lu Wujiu looked at the wasteland in front of Zhao Wuji, which had already collapsed and no longer looked like a dead grave or wild tomb. Without saying anything, he took out a shovel and started digging.

They dug three feet deep until they found a stone coffin, and then they stopped.

"Do you want me to open it?"

"Good work."

Lu Wujiu grabbed the coffin lid with one hand and opened it effortlessly. He took a look and showed a bit of surprise.

Inside the coffin, there was only a dry corpse that was as dry as bacon. The burial objects inside had long been weathered and broken, and there was nothing of value.

Without waiting for him to search, Zhao Wuji, who was standing on the pit, jumped in directly, bit the corpse's head, and crushed it with a snap. He swallowed in his throat and said:
"I need to practice for a while, and I hope you can protect me!"

"Easy to say!"

Lu Wujiu waved his hand to put away the tiger cub, then reburied the sarcophagus and fled into the Black Snake Garden.

When I entered the courtyard, I saw Zhao Wuji curled up on the ground, meditating silently. Although I couldn't see him swallowing or exhaling his vital energy, waves of magical power were surging in his body.

An unknown amount of time had passed when suddenly a raging sound came from his body, like waves crashing against the shore, one sound higher than the other. It was the raging of Yuan Qi, the display of magic power, and the faint sound of swords echoing endlessly.

His cultivation level is rising steadily like mushrooms after rain.

Under Lu Wujiu's watchful gaze, in just half a day, he had already entered the realm of Jiazi perfection.

He was amazed by what he saw... It was worthy of being the Wudang Sect. Even though it was tragically wiped out, the backup plan it left behind was still a huge fortune.

"call--"

After a long time, Zhao Wuji exhaled like a sword and slowly opened his eyes.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on returning to the Pure Yang Sword Dao!"

"It's just to restore Jiazi's strength." Zhao Wuji, who was casually refining the horizontal bone, shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, this body is a reincarnation. In essence, it is not me after all. I still need to ascend again."

Zhao Wuji said, looking at Lu Wujiu and said, "Daoyou seems to have also practiced the Pure Yang Sword Dao?"

Lu Wujiu nodded: "Zhao Yimei was worried about losing the sword, so she asked me to keep it for her. Later, Pang Chen came to me again..."

Zhao Wuji's face changed when he heard this, and he couldn't help asking, "Why did he look for you?"

"He needed soul water to heal his wounds, so he came to me to ask for soul water and offered me a sword seed as a reward. In order to appease him, I cultivated the Pure Yang Sword Dao."

"I see."

"May I ask, fellow Taoist, who exactly is Pang Chen? What is the grudge between us?" Zhao Wuji was silent, his face changing from gloomy to bright. After a long while, he sighed softly and said:
"He is the headmaster of Xuanlu Temple. A hundred years ago, he was a prominent and prestigious sect, renowned throughout the world for his blood-ink talismans. Later, I accidentally discovered that his blood-ink was condensed from the blood of a large amount of mortals. In a rage, I wiped out his entire sect. I never expected that, a hundred years later, he would survive and even destroy our Wudang."

"Blood-ink talisman?"

Lu Wujiu was surprised that the old Lu Temple's inheritance was also the way of talismans.

Therefore, he dared not say that he knew everything about the art of talismans, but he knew more about it than outsiders, but he had never heard of any blood-ink talismans.

"This method originated from the Buddhist sect in China. There's a saying in Buddhism: 'Bodhisattva's skin is peeled off to make paper, bones are split to make pens, and blood is pricked to make ink.' This method is the righteous Dharma, but it has fallen into the hands of Xuanlu Temple and turned into an evil method."

"The Xuanlu Temple was very clever at the time, and their blood-collecting method was extremely secretive, making it impossible for ordinary people to discover it. Even if they did, they probably wouldn't dare to make it public. Those prestigious families, due to business dealings, also turned a blind eye. I was a novice, full of blood and passion, and couldn't stand seeing such a filthy thing. That's why I drew my sword in anger. Who could have imagined that it would sow the seeds of a century-long disaster."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wujiu suddenly thought of how Zhao Yimei wiped out the Taiyin Sect, and he immediately felt a sense of fate and reincarnation. It turned out that this was a family tradition!

Zhao Wuji sighed, then changed the subject and asked curiously:

"Fellow Daoist, do you know where Pang Chen is right now?"

"I don't know." Lu Wujiu shook his head. "Since the battle at Wudang, Pang Chen's whereabouts have been unknown. He only comes to me regularly to get the soul water."

"This man fought with me and used up nine thousand talismans. This many talismans could not be accumulated by one person alone. If I am not mistaken, he is either living in seclusion in the Middle Earth, or he has changed his name and is hiding in those talisman sects."

"What are you going to do next, Daoist friend?"

"It's a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood, of course!"

Lu Wujiu pondered for a moment, then a Yin Talisman emerged from his palm and said, "This is a rank-zero Yin Talisman of the Netherworld Samsara Dao. Take it into your body and sacrifice your soul to it to obtain Soul Water. If you accumulate merit and upgrade it to a ninth-rank Ghost Talisman, when you die and your Dao disappears, your spirit and soul will escape into it, allowing you to reincarnate and cultivate anew! Fellow Daoist, do you want to join my Netherworld Samsara Dao?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes fixed on the talisman in Lu Wujiu's hand. After a while, he said, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, could Lord Ghost Cao, the fifth-rank Gongcao, also be from your sect?"

Lu Wujiu nodded: "That's right, our sect ranks people by their rank. It is said that those who hold the fifth rank can bring people back to life from the spirit world."

Zhao Wuji said, "I have been in the world for a hundred years, how come I have never heard of this sect?"

Lu Wujiu said, "After I entered the Dao, I also searched through all the classics, but I didn't find any clues. Perhaps this is just like those famous and prestigious sects that enjoy the Xuanlu Guanxuelu, the good things are always kept to themselves."

Zhao Wuji said, "Then Pang Chen wouldn't be... also from your sect, right?"

Lu Wujiu looked absurd when he heard this. Zhao Wuji's imagination was simply invincible... However, you know what, Pang Chen disappeared for a hundred years and now suddenly appeared, it really feels like reincarnation.

"Although what you said is absurd, it is not impossible. Perhaps it was resurrected by one of our sect's masters."

"Then fellow Daoist, aren't you afraid of your superiors' blame for accepting me into your sect?"

"Master Gui Cao hasn't refused, which means... there should be no problem!"

"If I join your sect, will there be any restrictions?"

"Not at the moment. Don't I also hold the positions of Lao Lu and Liu Ren Guest Official?"

"Since I entered Wudang, logically speaking, I am a Wudang person in life and a Wudang ghost in death. However, now that I am a reincarnated body, the constraints of my previous life should naturally disappear. Now that I can reincarnate and cultivate again, it is all thanks to the help of my fellow Taoists. Your kindness is as great as a mountain, and I am deeply grateful. I am willing to enter the underworld reincarnation to repay my merits!"

Zhao Wuji stood up and bowed.

Lu Wujiu gladly accepted the gift. After receiving the talisman, Zhao Wuji asked him about how to use it.

Lu Wujiu casually took out the notes of the old Lushan God and said, "This is the notes of the old Lushan God. It may be able to answer your doubts."

Zhao Wuji took it and suddenly asked curiously, "I wonder what rank you hold?"

Lu Wujiu smiled and said, "Sixth rank!"

(End of this chapter)