I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 6 Grandmaster, save me!
"Run! Go to the Patriarch's Hall and ask the Patriarch for help!"

"Run-"

The hysterical roar still echoes in my ears.

The Taoist boy Liu Qingtan, covered in blood, stumbled towards the main hall, looking back in horror from time to time. He vaguely saw his third senior brother, who was frantically trying to stop his mad master.

"Puff-"

The Taoist boy turned around without looking at the road and fell down with a thud, his mouth full of mud.

Before he could cry out in pain, a soul-stirring demonic sound came from behind him.

"Youngest, where have you been? The master bought your favorite caramel candy!"

"Come out quickly!"

The amiable voice suddenly became hoarse.

"You damn bastard, come out! Why are you hiding? Did you steal my things? Oh, is that you?"

The Taoist boy subconsciously shook his head desperately, and crawled towards the ancestral hall.

"Bang!"

He finally broke into the ancestral hall.

The sandalwood scent that hits my face doesn't bring any sense of security.

He took out the incense sticks tremblingly, lit them with candlelight, and inserted them into the incense burner. He then kowtowed frantically and prayed madly with tears and snot.

"Grandmaster, Master has gone crazy, Grandmaster, save me, Master has gone crazy!"

"Clap!"

The sound of footsteps coming from outside the door made the Taoist boy freeze. He turned around suddenly and saw a figure staggering towards the wide-open door of the palace.

In the backlight, the figure was so dark that its features could not be discerned.

When he stepped into the hall, the Taoist boy was so frightened that he rolled and crawled and hid under the altar.

The master is crazy.

His body was covered with knife and sword wounds, his Taoist robe was tattered and bleeding, and there were several calming talismans stuck crookedly on his forehead, which were the work of his senior brothers.

"So you are here! Good disciple, be good and return the things to the master, and the master will not be angry."

The old Taoist stared with his scarlet eyes at the Taoist boy huddled under the altar, trying hard to force a smile.

The Taoist boy stared at his master, his teeth chattering in fear, unable to utter a word.

"speak!"

"Master, I didn't steal anything."

"Didn't steal it?"

The old Taoist priest's voice suddenly rose: "Okay, okay, okay! Master has been planning this for thirty years, and you're done for just because you said you didn't steal? If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty!"

With a roar, the old Taoist priest rushed over holding the Seven Star Sword.

"Grandmaster, save me, save me!"

The Taoist boy howled madly and shrank back into the depths of the altar like a frightened deer.

The old Taoist priest walked closer, raised his sword and stabbed forward.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, his head tilted and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The sharp tinnitus made him look confused. Looking back, he saw Lu Wujiu raising the mourning stick high again. With a "bang", he swung it down again.

"Pfft!"

The old Taoist priest, who had already run out of energy, could no longer hold on and fell straight to the ground.

The whole person looked like a toad that was thrown to death by a naughty child, with his limbs stiff and suspended in mid-air, and it seemed that he was exhaling more than inhaling.

The Taoist boy stared blankly at his fallen master, then looked at the deserted hall and called out tentatively:
"Master Patriarch?"

No one answered, but the Seven Star Sword on the ground suddenly floated up and then hung on the old Taoist's heart.

In his dizziness and shock, with a "puff", he stabbed it down!

The Taoist boy was horrified and kicked his legs, trying to retreat desperately, retreating to the bottom of the table where there was no place to retreat.

"Cuckoo-"

The old Taoist priest who was knocked unconscious was suddenly awakened by the stimulation of the sword. He let out a desperate gurgling sound in his throat, but his eyes gradually regained clarity.

He tilted his head and saw the Taoist boy hiding under the table with a terrified face, but he forced a smile on his face:
"I'm glad you're okay."

Then he turned his head to look at Lu Wujiu. He just took a breath, but his mouth was full of blood foam. He still said stubbornly: "He, he is... innocent." Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he died.

The Taoist boy was stunned. He puffed up his cheeks in a hurry, bit his tongue, dipped his hand in a little blood, wiped it on his forehead, and opened his third eye.

He saw it.

I saw a young man in strange clothes standing in the empty hall, holding his master's Seven Star Sword in his hand.

He waved his hand, the palace door suddenly shook, and a magnificent archway rose from the ground.

Under the archway, ghost officials came out, some holding shackles, some holding chains, and pulled out a soul from the master's body. They put shackles and chains on it, and while pushing and scolding, they pressed the master's soul into the stone archway.

As the ghost officials left, the majestic archway also disappeared like the wind. The warm evening sun slowly shone into the hall, coating the young man in the hall with a layer of golden glow.

When the Taoist boy looked at the young man, the young man's gaze also shifted from the Seven Star Sword to him.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Seeing that the Taoist boy was still in shock, Lu Wujiu wanted to say something to comfort him, but he swallowed the words back and turned to leave.

"Master Patriarch!"

"You are the Grandmaster, right?"

Seeing this, the Taoist boy became anxious and shouted, and seeing that the young man did not stop, he said quickly:

"Grandmaster, what should I do?"

Lu Wujiu stopped and pondered for a moment before saying, "Be careful of getting plague when burying the body."

After saying this, he walked out of the hall and disappeared without a trace.

The Taoist boy was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after him. The courtyard outside the temple was deserted and quiet, so how could he see the figure of the founder?
He could only stand blankly at the temple door, looking at the quiet Taoist temple at dusk, feeling lost in thought.

It took him a while to come back to his senses. He turned around and looked at his master's body with a complicated and sad expression.

Having followed his master and senior brothers and seen many wronged souls and evil spirits, he is not afraid of corpses.

But seeing the master who was so amiable yesterday suddenly go crazy and start killing people today, I felt very upset.

He thought of his senior brothers again, his expression startled, and he rushed out in a hurry, shouting loudly.

"Big Brother—Third Brother—Big Brother—"

Shouts echoed in the secluded temple deep in the mountains, but this time, no one responded.

……

The night is getting darker.

For Liu Qingtan, who was only twelve years old, even though he was a cultivator, burying three corpses was not an easy task.

Therefore, he had to bury his master and senior brother in the backyard of the Taoist temple.

When he covered the grave with the last shovel of soil, he could no longer bear the fatigue and sat down in front of the grave. There was silence all around, sadness surged in his heart, making him feel dazed.

He sat for a while and felt that there was something he had not finished. After thinking carefully, he realized that he had not burned paper money.

In the past, the master always said that paper money is burned for the living to see and is useless.

But he saw with his own eyes that his master was captured by the underworld officials, and perhaps he could avoid punishment by spending some money in the underworld.

He stood up to look for paper money, only to remember that the temple had all the incense, candles, and fruit, except for paper money.

Forget it, I'll go to the town at the foot of the mountain to buy some tomorrow. For now, it's also good to burn some clothes.

The third senior brother attached great importance to his appearance. When he left, he was in tatters and didn't even have a complete piece of clothing. Several pieces of clothing had to be burned in his possession.

After thinking about it, he hurried to look for old clothes.

On the wall next to the grave, Lu Wujiu sat on the eaves, bathed in starlight, watching the little Taoist boy leave. He let out a light breath, lay down gently on the tiles, looked at the starry sky, and fell into deep thought.

He was originally planning to leave, but after discovering that the little Taoist boy was the only one left in the huge Taoist temple, he thought about it and decided to stay for the time being.

Wait until you have a clear understanding of yourself and the surrounding situation before making plans.

"Da da da……"

There was a sound of footsteps. Lu Wujiu turned his head and saw the little Taoist boy coming back with a pile of clothes in his arms.

He took out a tinder, blew out sparks, lit a fire, and burned the clothes one by one.

While burning, he muttered:
"This one belongs to the third senior brother" and "This one belongs to the eldest senior brother."

Lu Wujiu sighed... This kid is kind-hearted by nature! I wonder if he can recover after this incident.

As he was thinking about it, he saw the burnt clothes quietly appearing in his underworld.

(End of this chapter)