I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 3 The Taoist priest is going to become an immortal!

The strong wind howled like a knife scraping at his bones, making it almost impossible for Lu Wujiu to open his eyes!

The majestic and magnificent Emperor's Palace quickly shrank under his feet, like an intricately carved walnut sculpture, inlaid between the rolling hills, forming a spectacular scene that could be viewed in the palm of his hand.

Lu Wujiu tried his best to maintain his balance, holding on to the dragon's whiskers tightly, passing through layers of clouds and mist, and trying to ascend to the sky.

Looking up, he could vaguely see the Nine Heavens Sky amidst the clouds and mist.

I saw a hole in the gray sky, just like the blue sky that was opened up in The Truman Show.

Outside the hole, a towering white jade wall stretches to the end of the field of vision, like an inverted jade bowl, completely covering the hole in the sky.

At this moment, the huge Zhulong was rushing out of the hole towards the Nine Heavens!
Suddenly, after breaking through a layer of clouds, Lu Wujiu, who was holding the dragon's whiskers, was like a fish jumping out of the water. He felt the surrounding environment change drastically and suddenly rushed out of the underworld.

Before he could check his surroundings, the dragon whiskers in his arms suddenly disappeared and he could no longer hold on to them.

He looked in shock and saw that Zhulong's body shrank rapidly, and then fell to the ground with a "click", and turned into a bookworm with two long tentacles.

Lu Wujiu was stunned!

Is Zhulong a bug?

The Zhulong that stretches for thousands of miles, covers the sky and the earth, and swallowed the judge of the underworld in one gulp, is actually a bug?
What is the underworld then?
He quickly looked around and saw that the white jade city wall that had been towering and majestic before had suddenly become as short as a ceramic jar, pressing him so hard that he could not straighten his back.

Looking down, I saw an open, thread-bound book wrapped in nitrated leather at my feet. The book was simple and simple, filled with regular script. Among the densely packed text, there were two words missing, which stood out.

Read it before and after:

"The Judge's strokes determine the fate of the world in the Book of Life and Death. Every word is a pearl, every sentence is '...'"

What does "every sentence" mean? Lu Wujiu didn't know.

His eyes were completely attracted by the contents recorded on the pages.

Words like "scholar Zhou Zhong", "dying unjustly on the street", "the judge trying the case", "can't escape the worldliness" etc. made him dizzy.

The hell I experienced was just a story in a book?
He thought for a moment, then reached out and poked the two blank words on the page. His fingertips touched the blank space and immediately sank into it like exploring the surface of water.

This scene made him stunned!

Yes, only the stories in the book can explain why he always repeats himself over and over again in a day, without end.

"call--"

With a long sigh, he pulled out his fingers and wanted to turn the page to read the full story.

Unexpectedly, the pages of the book were as heavy as rocks. It took a lot of effort to barely turn over a page.

This discovery made him frown.

He looked up and around, and saw a white porcelain lid pressing on his head. He reached out and pushed it gently, but it didn't budge. He used a little force, but it still didn't budge. He made up his mind and summoned all his strength... The white porcelain lid was still as solid as a rock.

'It's not the book's fault!'

Lu Wujiu had a bad feeling in his heart.

I wonder if I really became a ghost?

Or is it due to two-dimensional creatures ascending to three dimensions?
Just as he was concentrating on thinking, "Crack!" a friction sound came from above his head.

Looking up, he saw that the white porcelain lid, which he had tried his best to move, suddenly moved slightly, and a dazzling light shone in from the gap.

He was so frightened that his scalp went numb, his thoughts raced, and he suddenly turned around and delved into the book!
When half of his body fell into the book, he suddenly remembered something. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the bookworm on the ground into his palm. His figure immediately disappeared among the pages.

The next second, the lid of the jar opened, and bright light poured into the jar. An old Taoist priest with a haggard face leaned his head to look at the books at the bottom of the jar!

A glance at the deliberately opened page, the missing two words, made the old Taoist's expression stiffen, and then a blush flooded his face. Uncontrollable surprise made his lips tremble and he murmured incoherently! "It's done! It's done! The Taoist is going to become an immortal!"

He glanced at the bottom of the jar, but did not see any bookworms. Anxiously, he quickly reached out to pick up the thread-bound book and shook it to see if the bookworms were hiding among the pages.
He had seen this situation many times and was no longer surprised.

"Crash..."

Amid the trembling sound of the paper, dust particles as tiny as elves danced up and down in the light, flickering and looking very beautiful, but no bookworms were seen falling.

The bottom of the tank is as white as jade as always.

"Crash!"

The old Taoist priest trembled even more violently, but the bookworm still did not fall down.

He quickly took out the book, placed it on the table, and flipped through the pages one by one to see if any bookworms had made cocoons in the pages.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

As he hurriedly turned the pages, the old Taoist's face became paler and paler. When he turned to the last page, his face was as pale as earth.

After checking repeatedly, he turned around and rushed to the white porcelain jar, carefully checking inside and out, up and down, but still could not find the bookworm.

"How could it be gone? How could it be gone?"

The old Taoist's lips trembled and he was so anxious that he was turning around in circles. After a while, he seemed to remember something and rushed to the desk. He carefully pulled out a cowhide scroll and gently unfolded it.

The cowhide scroll was filled with tiny handwriting, and at the beginning of the scroll were five large characters written in a flamboyant style - "Si Shu Ke Yi Lu".

The old Taoist pointed at the tiny words, glanced at them quickly, and suddenly his fingertips paused.

The fingertips record:

——If a bookworm eats the word "immortal" three times, it will turn into a cocoon. Its name is "Mai Wang". It is like a ring with no end. If you cut it hard, water will drip from both ends. If you eat it, you can become an immortal in the book!
The old Taoist priest repeated it several times and wailed:
"Where's my pulse? Who stole my pulse?"

He suddenly thought of his eldest disciple, who was the first to learn Taoism from him and had almost learned all of his skills. The way he looked at him became increasingly disrespectful!
The thought flashed through his mind, and he thought of his third disciple, who had been very attentive recently, greeting him in the morning and saying hello in the evening. Could it be that he had some ill intentions?

There's something wrong with the youngest one too. This kid is clever and naughty. Relying on the favor of his senior brothers, he's the most lawless. Could it be that he overturned the porcelain jar?

The old Taoist's eyes rolled around, his breathing became heavier, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong!

"Whoosh!"

He suddenly stood up, flicked his sleeves, and walked out of the house, his fierce look evident in his eyes.

"Bang!"

The door of the room was wide open, and the cold winter wind blew in his face, making him shiver all over, and his dizzy mind suddenly became a little clearer.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the white porcelain jar.

The jar is a white-glazed jar for storing water. The blue and white strokes on the surface of the porcelain jar cannot cover up the talismans written with cinnabar, which are as red as blood and sparkling!
"No! The seal is not broken!"

"Could it be...could it be that a silverfish has gotten into the book?"

This unexpected thought made the old Taoist's expression freeze, and he looked thoughtful.

He returned to the desk, reached out and brushed over the disappeared word "immortal", feeling the cold and smooth texture of the nitrate-treated human skin, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

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