I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 1 Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha
At the end of the dark mist, stands an ancient and majestic stone archway with a couplet inscribed on the pillars.

First couplet: People and ghosts, ghosts and people, people and ghosts have different paths.

Second line: Yin and Yang, Yang and Yin, Yin and Yang are forever separated.

A black plaque with the words "Fengdu" hung on the beam.

Lu Wujiu took a quick glance and sighed in his heart: I'm back again. How many times have I been reincarnated since I was trapped on this day?

Well, even he couldn't remember it clearly.

I still remember the shock and confusion I felt when I first came through this time and saw the words on the plaque!

Unexpectedly, from then on he fell into a time trap, repeating over and over again in this short moment and day.

"My name is Zhou Zhong, may I ask where this is, sir?"

A gentle and polite voice came from beside me.

Following the sound, he saw a handsome young scholar in his early twenties, wearing a robe and a black belt around his waist, bowing to him in a gentle and elegant manner.

Behind the scholar, there were more than a dozen ghosts floating around, walking in a daze along the path to the underworld and disappearing into the Fengdu Archway. They looked eerie and creepy.

"It's written right there on the plaque, Fengdu! It's the Fengdu you're thinking of, the place where the dead go. You're already dead, there's no going back, so go on your way with peace of mind!"

The scholar was confused, feeling that all the questions he had prepared had been answered.

"Then... may I ask if you are a god?"

Lu Wujiu sneered.

The scene before him was just like a virtual game. He was stuck at a certain level, running around the map again and again, and talking to NPCs again and again.

The difference is that the degree of freedom here is too high, and a slight change in his tone will trigger subtle changes.

For example, this time, this was the first time that the scholar thought he was a god.

“How come you see?”

"I've just arrived here, and everyone else is in a daze, except you, sir, who is calm and composed! In such a gloomy and terrifying place, how could anyone, except an immortal, have such composure?"

Lu Wujiu suddenly realized that it was no wonder that this scholar never chatted with him when he first came through time, but after more than a dozen reincarnations, he often chatted with him.

Originally he thought that some mechanism had been triggered?
Now it seems that the feeling was that his temperament had undergone a subtle change without him realizing it, which attracted the other person's attention.

"Are you boasting, young master?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then he understood... The teacher was also praising him for being able to remain calm and composed even after entering the underworld!

He felt refreshed and was about to bow in response, but suddenly, he looked up in horror and saw a darkness covering the sky like a celestial eclipse, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

Looking up, I saw a huge creature about a thousand miles long, like a swimming dragon or giant python, slowly sliding across the sky from the clouds under the cover of hazy white fog, casting endless shadows in the already dim underworld and even setting off rumbling thunder.

After a while, the huge monster gradually disappeared into the horizon.

The scholar looked panicked and uneasy, and said in a trembling voice:
"What is this?"

"It is Zhulong, a spirit that resides in the underworld."

A complex look flashed across Lu Wujiu's eyes.

The candle dragon does not always shine, and the yellow smoke suddenly disappears... If his first entry into the underworld brought him fear and hesitation;
The first time I saw Zhulong appear, I was extremely shocked!
The appearance of Zhulong also made him realize that this world was by no means a game level, and he was by no means trapped in a time trap.

Because there is no regular pattern in the appearance time of Zhulong.

Sometimes, it does not appear for more than ten consecutive reincarnations; sometimes, it appears several times a day.

"Zhulong? It turns out the legendary dragon really exists!"

The scholar was stunned for a long time before he asked, "So, the legendary King of Hell and Judge are real too?"

Lu Wujiu said: "Of course!"

"Sir, do you know where the King of Hell is? I have a grievance that I wish to redress."

"Oh, what's the injustice?"

"To be honest, sir, I was at a banquet and walking down the street when a beggar suddenly rushed out and stabbed me to death. Oh, and he was muttering 'Leave me alone, leave me alone', but I didn't even know him!" "Sounds like an injustice indeed! Unfortunately, the underworld can't control the living world. It's useless to complain about your grievances."

"Ah? Then, I want to sue too. The King of Hell can't control the living world, so how can he control the afterlife?"

Afterlife?

Upon hearing this, Lu Wujiu became dazed. Perhaps he had already entered the Avici Hell and was suffering the punishment of reincarnation.

The legendary mountains of swords and seas of fire, oil pots and steamers may just be the "Emperor's Golden Hoe" imagined by mortals!
"咚咚-"

A rhythmic sound of gongs and drums came from the mist behind the Fengdu Archway.

Looking up, I saw more than ten ghost messengers with light steps, carrying a sedan chair, swaying towards me with the sound of gongs and drums.

The sedan chair seemed to be moving slowly but was actually fast. After a while, it stopped in front of Lu Wujiu and the other man.

The leading sedan bearer had a face as pale as paper, cheeks as red as vermilion, and eyes as black as lacquer. He gently lifted the curtain of the sedan with a stiff expression, and looked in the direction of the scholar as if he was respectfully inviting a distinguished guest to get on.

The scholar subconsciously looked at Lu Wujiu beside him.

Looking at the familiar plot, Lu Wujiu shook his head and simply stepped into the sedan.

However, the sedan chair carrier did not close the curtain, and remained stiff and motionless, looking in the direction of the scholar.

Lu Wujiu waved to the scholar and said, "Young Master, come up!"

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Don't you want to see the judge?"

"Ah? Are we going to see the judge?"

The scholar looked surprised and a little timid.

"What, are you scared?"

"Sir, you're joking!" The scholar was embarrassed and nodded quickly in response, "Thank you for your help, sir. I would be honored to refuse it."

As he spoke, he took two steps at a time and stepped into the sedan chair.

Upon seeing this, the sedan chair bearer closed the curtain and headed towards the depths of Fengdu amidst a flurry of music and dance.

The scholar lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, but saw the scenery outside the window flowing backward like light, which was completely unreal. He was frightened and his heart was pounding. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the sedan chair had already stopped in front of a magnificent hall.

"Let's go!"

At Lu Wujiu's call, the scholar got out of the sedan chair and looked up at the magnificent palace in front of him, feeling awe.

Looking at Lu Wujiu again, he was already walking towards the main hall with brisk steps, looking very familiar as if he was back home.

He hurriedly chased after him, but a strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind:
Could this gentleman be the judge of the underworld? Otherwise, why would he have ghost officials at his disposal?
The steps in front of the hall were long. When the scholar reached the end, he looked up at the plaque. On the black plaque, three large gold-plated characters were written: Emperor's Hall.

Enter the hall.

Inside the majestic hall, two rows of ghost messengers in red robes, who looked very much like court officials in the human world, lined up in the hall.

At the end of the hall, sat a majestic figure with a fair face and a crown on his head. He looked majestic without even being angry.

With just one glance, the scholar felt his scalp tighten and his breathing become heavy.

"Hey! Who among you dares to ride on the Netherworld's chariot?"

A furious shout came from the judge's mouth, shocking the scholar so much that his legs went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground. He quickly leaned over to explain:
"Judge, please calm down. I was invited by the Master. I didn't realize this was the Underworld's chariot. I apologize for any offense. I hope you will forgive me!"

"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Zhou. The Underworld's Treasure Chariot is exactly what I invited you to ride. There's no need to panic."

"what?"

The scholar was dumbfounded... No, that sedan chair is here to pick me up?

What is that gentleman?
He subconsciously looked at Lu Wujiu.

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