I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 36 Are the gods playing such a perverted game?

Lu Wujiu quickly suppressed his murderous intent and asked calmly, "Is my master nearby, young Taoist friend?"

Ruan Xing shook his head: "No, my master wants to descend and see you."

Lu Wujiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"Please wait a moment, Senior. I need to set up the ritual!"

Ruan Xing was overjoyed when he heard this. Seeing Lu Wujiu frowning, he quickly explained:

"Although my master has great magical powers, he is not a master of magic after all. It is difficult to summon the spirits. Only by using the ritual of summoning the spirits can we summon the spirits."

Lu Wujiu nodded: "Please do as you wish!"

Ruan Xing looked around and said, "This is an official road. We are afraid that pedestrians may disturb us. Please move to the mountains and forests."

Lu Wujiu readily agreed.

The group then headed into the mountains and forests.

Arriving at a secluded place, Ruan Xing summoned a dozen or so soldiers and generals to drive away the wild beasts in the forest, and then he prepared for the ritual of summoning the spirits.

The rituals for summoning spirits are quite complicated. One must set up an altar, offer five kinds of sacrifices, recite scriptures and pray before the spirits can descend.

At this time, when we are in the wild, we keep everything simple.

Ruan Xing took out a sheet and spread it on the ground, preparing to make an altar. He also used jade, agate, sandalwood, candles, and rootless water as five offerings. Then he apologized to Lu Wujiu, sat cross-legged, and began to chant scriptures and pray.

Before long, the rhythmic sound of chanting echoed among the mountains and fields. The dim candlelight made Ruan Xing look like an unreality. If a passerby passed by, he would probably be frightened to the point of his legs going weak.

Lu Wujiu sat beside him, with the Seven Star Sword across his knees, listening attentively.

"One stick of incense, and all directions are in awe. Three sermons of Dharma sound, and all true spirits listen. I respectfully light this true incense, and I sincerely invite the Disha Hall Master of the Liuren School to descend to the Dharma altar, accept my offerings, and ascend my body..."

The spell repeats itself over and over, occasionally pausing to emphasize the real name.

Lu Wujiu listened attentively and heard the voice quietly echoing in his heart. The familiar feeling of summoning gods emerged in his mind again.

This time he did not respond to the call.

Instead, listen to the prayers repeatedly, and the obscure parts of your mind will be cleared away like a breeze, revealing the sun.

He guessed correctly that the key to the spell to summon gods lies in the incantation.

Whenever Ruan Xing recited to a vague point, his perception became significantly clearer;

When he mentioned the clearly pointed "Lord of the Earthly Evil Hall", his perception became vague.

This gave him some guesses, but he still needed to conduct one or two experiments to understand the specific situation.

Gradually, the sound of the incantation faded away, but Ruan Xing lowered his brows and looked calm, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes with a start.

In an instant, the boy was still the same boy, but his temperament had changed drastically.

He stood up leisurely, looked at Lu Wujiu who was sitting next to him, and bowed:

"I am Yang Fengzhao, the Disha Hall Master of the Liuren Sect. I am honored to meet you, Fellow Daoist Lu!"

Lu Wujiu also stood up and returned the greeting:

"Long admire!"

"I have offended you, my humble disciple. I hope you will forgive me."

"It's okay, the matter is over, fellow Daoist, don't worry about it."

Yang Fengzhao nodded, and the boy smiled strangely and said:

"The person this inferior disciple summoned to the gods is a fellow Taoist, right?"

When the sound faded, the forest seemed to suddenly become noisy. It was the flapping of the wings of a night owl, the fleeing of mountain mice, and the snorting of a few old horses, all clearly audible.

Lu Wujiu's mind was stagnant, and he smiled calmly and said:

"Fellow Daoist, you have good eyesight! I wonder how you recognized me?"

Seeing this, Yang Fengzhao extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation, then sat cross-legged. His eyes passed over Lu Wujiu's face and looked at the deep night sky behind him:

"The light of the lamp makes the dust appear, the night is dark and the stars are visible. I have practiced for over a hundred years and have called upon the gods no fewer than a hundred times. Not to mention the Nine Great Dharma Masters, I have also called upon the Six Ren Immortal Masters. Their spirits are all of their own. This time, I have descended upon the gods, and I feel that this filthy body has been cleansed. This is definitely not the work of the Nine Great Dharma Masters or even the Six Ren Immortal Masters. Looking at your aura, the result is obvious."

As expected of a famous sect, it really has something special... Lu Wujiu nodded:

"I see. Are you here to question me, fellow Daoist?"

Yang Fengzhao shook his head: "Fellow Daoist, you are wrong. In this matter, it was my humble disciple who was blind and started the fight. I am deeply grateful to you for sparing his life and returning the soldiers. How dare I blame you!"

Lu Wujiu remained calm upon hearing this.

Yang Fengzhao continued, "I have been traveling around the world for many years and am quite familiar with the customs and people of Nanyang. But fellow Taoist, I don't know you well. I wonder where your master came from?"

Lu Wujiu said: "No sect or school!"

No sect or school?

Yang Fengzhao laughed heartily and said, "You are really capable, fellow Daoist. You have achieved such remarkable accomplishments without any sect or school. If you could meet a famous and prestigious sect, I'm afraid even heaven and earth would give way to you."

Lu Wujiu said, "You are too kind, fellow Daoist. I have only been lucky enough to cultivate some basic skills."

Yang Fengzhao waved his hands repeatedly and gave another round of compliments.

During the pleasant conversation, Yang Fengzhao suddenly said:

"To be honest, fellow Taoist, I came here to ask for a favor."

"Appreciate further details."

"I want to ascend to the rank of Dharma Master, and I need a Marshal of the Army. Could you please serve as the Marshal and lend me a helping hand?"

"Om-"

The magic sword on Lu Wujiu's knees suddenly flew out of its sheath, making a sound like an owl's cry. Yang Fengzhao's eyelids twitched in shock, and he quickly raised his hand to press down:
"Fellow Daoist, I misunderstood. What I meant is that since you don't have a mountain sect, you might as well join my Liuren Immortal Sect, set up your own altar, and become the commander-in-chief of the altar's troops to help me ascend the stairs."

"If you can lend me a helping hand, I have obtained a certificate of ordination from the Middle Earth, which I can give to you."

Lu Wujiu's brows relaxed slightly: "Please speak clearly, fellow Daoist."

Yang Fengzhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained.

The Liuren School regards raising soldiers and generals as a way of cultivation. The secret of ascending to the next level is hidden in the soldiers and horses. The more soldiers and horses one has and the higher their quality, the greater the probability of ascending to the next level.

The Dharma Master ascended the stairs even more.

Therefore, the disciples of Liuren School mostly recruited disciples, divided them up layer by layer, and gathered together to form a group.

Yang Fengzhao had already prepared the ceremony of ascending the stairs, but he just didn't dare to go up the stairs. The reason was simple: looking at the previous leaders and hall masters who ascended the stairs, his configuration was not high enough.

This is when the idea of ​​asking for external help came up.

Lu Wujiu was not the only person he hired in order to increase the success rate.

The "Marshal of the Army" that Yang Fengzhao mentioned did not mean he was serving under him, but was a guest official of the Liuren Immortal Sect.

——That is, the Marshal of the Army at the Altar.

It turns out that Liuren soldiers and horses are divided into three categories: upper altar, middle altar, and lower altar.

The people on the upper altar are the officers of the immortal sect, and their status is very high. Only by offering sincere sacrifices can they be asked to surrender;

Generally, they are the direct troops of Liu Ren Immortal Master and the guest troops.

The Zhongtan are the generals and officials of the master's sect, who are raised by the master and can be deployed by disciples after receiving military tokens.
These are the joint troops of the master and the sect. Disciples in the sect have to pay a certain amount of troops every year as offerings.

The lower altar is the Wuchang soldiers, who are private soldiers who collect wronged souls and evil spirits and refine them.

"If I set up my own altar, wouldn't I have to fight for the Liuren Sect in the future?"

"You are worrying too much, fellow Daoist. Soldiers and horses at the altar often use aliases. If you don't tell us, no one will know. If you don't want to, you can just ignore the disciples' requests to the gods."

After hearing this, Lu Wujiu's heart was beating fast.

The Liuren School's approach is more like building a platform where everyone can make money based on their own abilities.

He was not interested in the way of incense and fire, but was very interested in the Liuren School's way of refining and controlling the crazy.

As for helping Yang Fengzhao ascend the ladder, it was just going with the flow.

"I wonder how many marshals of the altar troops your sect has?"

"Not many, only sixteen!"

Lu Wujiu's heart skipped a beat; that was quite a lot of numbers.

"I still need to consider this matter."

"It's natural."

The two then discussed some details and exchanged contact information before Lu Wujiu said goodbye and left.

The mountain fell silent. Ruan Xing's entire body trembled, and a shadowy figure emerged from within him. It revealed itself to be an old man with white hair.

"Master! He, he... is he really the master that this disciple invited?"

When Ruan Xing saw his master, he was inexplicably excited.

Yang Fengzhao nodded.

"Ah, then, Master, you also invited him to serve as the Marshal of the Upper Altar Army? And asked him to help you ascend the stairs?"

"What spell were you chanting?"

"Curse?" Ruan Xing was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to react: "A spell to summon the gods!"

Yang Fengzhao's eyes were meaningful.

Ruan Xing was stunned, his face pale. "Master, are you saying that he, he is a god?"

Yang Fengzhao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the starry sky, and sighed softly: "My Liuren Dharma lineage is entirely due to the extraordinary Liuren Immortal Master. He is able to abduct the Liuren God. If he is not an immortal, he is close to being one."

Ruan Xing said, "But from what I see, he is just a mortal. His innate Qi is even fading from his body. How can he look like an immortal?"

Yang Fengzhao: "Then how did you get beaten so badly that you had to summon a spirit, and even invited it into your body?"

Ruan Xing was speechless for a long while, and he mumbled, "Disciple, disciple, I was careless for a moment, and the arrogant soldiers were taken away!"

"You're so stubborn!" Yang Fengzhao poked Ruan Xing's brow, angrily saying, "You, you're talking about exorcising demons and defending the Way. Are you eyeing a female ghost and wanting to train her into your own private soldier?"

Ruan Xing's face suddenly turned red: "No, no way!"

"You said she was bewitched, but I think you're the one who's been bewitched. You only see the peach clouds shrouding her, but do you know that she's practicing the Flower and Willow Demonic Path?"

"what?!"

Ruan Xing's expression suddenly became strange: "Is the deity playing such a perverted game?"

Yang Fengzhao shook his head and looked into the distance.

"But Master, isn't it too hasty to ask him to help you ascend the stairs? Should we investigate?"

“It was indeed hasty!”

Yang Fengzhao paused, and said in a gloomy tone: "However, sometimes even close friends may not be as good as strangers."

Ruan Xing was stunned.

Just as the gossip flames were rising, the master patted his shoulder and said, "It is said that those who survive a great disaster will be blessed in the future. I believe you will be a blessed person in the future."

As the voice fell, the fragmented soul dissipated with the wind.

Surviving a disaster?

Ruan Xing repeated his master's words, his face suddenly turned pale, and an indescribable fear and terror grew in his heart.

……

……

After Lu Wujiu said goodbye to Yang Fengzhao, he mounted his horse and headed towards the deep mountains and forests.

As night falls, the stars gradually disappear, and only the rustling of grass and trees makes the night even more peaceful.

"Master, I...I have deceived you!"

Cen Ying suddenly spoke, her voice hesitant and fearful.

"Oh?"

"I'm not from Dang County, Longyou, and my family doesn't worship any immortal masters. I actually come from... the Fangzhong School, and I practice the devilish way of flowers and willows! The moment I saw the Taoist priest, I used my bewitching magic."

Lu Wujiu turned his head to look at Cen Ying who was walking parallel to the moonlight.

After saying this, Cen Ying seemed to have finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a calm expression as if ready to die.

"And then? Was it successful?"

"what?"

Cen Ying was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "Shouldn't... be there?"

Lu Wujiu glanced inward at the phantom of the Three Purities Bell that enveloped his soul, and said casually, "Tell me about the Fangzhong School!"

Cen Ying was in a mess.

Such a big thing is revealed just like that?

Or do you plan to find out the situation of the Fangzhong faction and then kill her?

"What? You won't speak until I put a sword to your neck?"

"Don't dare."

Cen Ying lowered her head and looked pleased. She sorted out her words a little and then began to tell the story.

She didn't know much about the Fangzhong School.

Because she was just an outer sect disciple and had never even been to the headquarters.

However, even so, it was still enough for Lu Wujiu to get a glimpse of the most famous unorthodox sect in the world.

In fact, Lu Wujiu had heard of the Fangzhong School a long time ago.

To be precise, the wandering cultivators in the martial arts world were very interested in the Fangzhong Sect, so much so that Lu Wujiu, who extracted information from the wandering cultivators, also knew a lot about the Fangzhong Sect.

Listening to Cen Ying's introduction again, the two things confirmed each other and he knew that Cen Ying was not lying.

Many details are even beyond what casual cultivators know.

After listening to this, Lu Wujiu asked curiously:
"Since you practice the Flower and Willow Magic Way, why did you leave the Bedroom Sect?"

"They forced my sister to death, so I killed them. This angered the elders of the sect, so I died on the roadside. I was lucky enough to swallow a breath of the purple aura of dawn, which is why I am still alive today."

Cen Ying's tone was very calm, as if she was narrating someone else's story.

Lu Wujiu nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Cen Ying thought for a moment and said, "Master, outside the Nanyang branch of the Fangzhong Sect, there's a corpse-throwing valley where some residual souls might be lingering. Master, do you want to go?"

"Corpse Valley?"

"The Fangzhong Sect's rules are very strict, and there are always disciples who can't make it, so over time, this place was created."

"There's no rush for this. There's something I need your cooperation on."

Lu Wujiu reined in his horse and stopped, looking at Cen Ying with sharp eyes.

Cen Ying's eyelids twitched at the fiery gaze.

She was too familiar with this look.

That’s all. She bit her lip and said, “Since the Immortal has asked me, how can I not obey?”

Lu Wujiu: "Great! Where is there a secluded place to stay nearby?"

Cen Ying glanced down at the low-lying grass and trees around her and said softly, "Ten miles west of Liangcheng, there's a village. Behind the village is a wild temple where you might be able to rest."

"Excellent, let's go!"

Lu Wujiu praised loudly, then picked up Cen Ying, turned around and ran away.

The ten-mile mountain road can be reached in a blink of an eye with the help of the forest-chasing whip.

From a distance, you can see a small blue brick temple standing in the wilderness of the mountains and forests. When you get closer, it looks more like a shrine than a temple. In the night, the dark doorway looks like a devil's cave that corrodes the bones and makes one's soul ache.

Lu Wujiu tied the old horse outside the temple and led Cen Ying into the wild temple. With a wave of his long sleeves, his magic power surged up and swept away all the dust in the house.

Seeing this, Cen Ying bit her thin lips lightly.

Lu Wujiu patted a stubborn stone in the temple.

"Come, sit down."

"Yes."

Cen Ying bowed and sat down next to Lu Wujiu, and unconsciously adjusted her hair with her hands.

"How much do you know about the incantation?"

"Ok?"

"Don't you understand? It's okay. I have a spell to summon the gods. Please listen to me read it first, and then recite this spell later."

Cen Ying blinked her eyes. Was she planning to invite the spirit out of her body and have some spiritual pleasure?
"Okay, I will obey you, Immortal Master."

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　　(Dear readers, I'm really sorry that I didn't update the second chapter yesterday. Actually, I was stuck on this chapter. To be precise, I wrote three or four versions. I was extremely entangled in writing them. I repeatedly weighed the pros and cons between "interesting" and "reasonable" and finally decided on this version. I hope you readers like it.)
　　
　
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