Black Myth: Journey to the West: Simulate becoming an immortal!

Chapter 167: Changqing's final work, Yulan Festival

"Those miraculous elixirs really have problems..."

Chen Xi shook off the blood on his hands and muttered to himself.

The pig demon that blocked His way collapsed to the ground without a sound.

However, the roots and vines growing on it have not died, and are still wriggling and growing wildly.

This situation is exactly the same as those crazy Taoist priests.

Those crazy Taoists who were beaten to death by Buhua Gu, even though their bodies were broken into pieces, were still not truly dead.

Every inch of their flesh and blood is rooted in roots and vines.

As long as the roots and vines do not die, they will never die, and will live forever, immortal.

In time, they will rise again and become the living dead.

Obviously, those crazy Taoists in Wuzhuang Temple came from here.

Chen Xi shook his head and ignored the little demons who were running around in panic because he had killed the pig demon.

He stepped on the pig demon's corpse, walked into the house, and looked around.

Broken objects and rotten wooden chairs can be seen everywhere in the house.

The gate, which was once intact, has long since fallen into disrepair.

Thick and twisted roots sprouted from under the blue bricks and spread throughout the house.

The wooden bookshelf had long since rotted and collapsed.

The worn and yellowed bamboo scrolls were randomly spread out and thrown on the ground.

Chen Xi glanced around and found that most of the books and bamboo slips on the ground recorded things like Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, astronomy and geography.

It seems that this place is a library?

Buhuagu and the black-hearted old lady must have come here to find the wordless heavenly book and try their luck.

But it was obvious that there was no wordless heavenly book here, as evidenced by the empty hands they left with.

Chen Xi casually flipped through a few bamboo slips, which were covered with densely packed tiny script, making his scalp tingle.

"Brother Chen, this is about Yin Yang and the Five Elements."

"Brother Chen, this is about the art of yellow and white."

"Hiss! Brother Chen, this is about Feng Shui, astronomy and geography."

The scholar fanned himself and exclaimed from time to time while looking at the bamboo slips.

Chen Xi got a headache after hearing this and waved his hands to dismiss the scholar.

He didn’t come here to learn these things…

Since there is no Wordless Book here, let’s go find the Black-Hearted Old Lady and the Unchanged Bones.

Thinking of this, Chen Xi wanted to turn around and leave.

However, at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of dark red out of the corner of his eye.

Chen Xi raised his eyebrows and stopped.

He leaned over and pulled out the stack of extremely messy papers, most of which were stained with dark red blood.

The yellow paper was mottled and looked like it had been there for many years, and it was covered with lines of very sloppy, crazy blood-written words.

This……

It seems to be the last words of a Taoist priest...

Chen Xi held the yellow paper and looked at it carefully.

"I am a long-standing Taoist priest. If anyone who comes after me sees this book..."

"Run! You must run!"

"Don't stay in Wanshou Mountain. It's dangerous here. Very dangerous!"

"Everything has changed since Master Zhenyuan left!"

"Hahaha, so that's how it is..."

"I thought they were the ones who were crazy, but now it seems that I am the crazy one. It turns out that I have been crazy for a long time, hahahaha..."

Large amounts of blood covered the yellow paper, making the writing on it intermittent and unclear.

In many places, the introduction is incoherent and seems confusing.

When Chen Xi saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This stack of blood-stained papers with crazy words written on them is of no use to the black-hearted old lady who is looking for the wordless heavenly book, and Buhua Gu.

However, for Chen Xi, it can help him understand what happened in Wuzhuang Temple in the past.

At the same time, Chen Xi could clearly feel that the strange phenomenon on the human skin paper was becoming more and more active.

Obviously, the human skin paper wanted him to go deep into Wuzhuang Temple and explore the place.

Chen Xi carefully searched through all the yellow papers with blood-written words he could find, hoping to get more useful information from them.

As Changqing wrote on the yellow paper, his emotions seemed to be gradually changing.

At the beginning, the handwriting on the yellow paper still retained some order, but later it became increasingly sloppy and difficult to read.

"Damn it! What on earth is Qingfeng Mingyue doing?"

"Didn't Grandmaster Zhenyuan go to Lingshan to attend the Yulan Festival?"

"How come it's already the 15th day of July and you haven't returned yet?"

"Wanshou Mountain is closed, Wuzhuang Monastery is closed. Was this decided by Qingfeng Mingyue on his own, or was it Master's will?"

The lines of scribbled handwriting vaguely reveal what happened here in the past.

Chen Xi's eyes moved slightly. Did the Immortal Zhenyuan go to Lingshan to attend the Ullambana Festival?

Judging from the Taoist's last words, could it be that the Immortal Zhenyuan never returned, and something happened to the two Taoist children Qingfeng and Mingyue?

He suppressed his thoughts and continued to look.

"What happened?!"

"Why hasn't Patriarch Zhenyuan returned yet?"

"Why did you stay in seclusion for so long?"

The handwriting became increasingly illegible, and the Taoist who wrote this text seemed extremely frightened.

"No, no, we can't go on like this!"

"My fellow disciples in the temple, your life span is almost over!"

"It's ridiculous that a disciple of Wuzhuang Temple would worry about his lifespan one day."

... "Qingfeng Mingyue must be crazy!"

"We are their senior brothers and elders, but Qingfeng Mingyue is so disrespectful that we were kicked out even for taking a look at the back garden."

"What did the master say? No one is allowed to approach the garden."

"That's easy to say!"

"Now that our life span is almost over, we can't even sniff... What should we do?"

The Taoist's bloody words became more and more agitated, with large patches of blood staining many of the words, making many parts blurred.

"back yard?"

Chen Xi seemed to be thinking about something. If he remembered correctly, the ginseng fruit tree was in the back garden.

I don’t know if the black-hearted old lady and the unmelting bones have seen this.

If you see here, they have probably already gone to the back garden.

After all, even if they didn't know that there were ginseng fruit trees planted in the back garden, they could tell from the Taoist's few words that the back garden was not a simple place.

Now, the few words revealed in the blood words can roughly show what happened in Wuzhuang Temple at that time.

First of all, the Immortal Zhenyuan never returned, and the Wuzhuang Temple was closed.

For unknown reasons, all the disciples were approaching the end of their lives.

They wanted to go to the back garden and rely on the ginseng fruit to prolong their lives, but were stopped by Qingfeng Mingyue and were not allowed to approach.

Chen Xi stroked his chin, and the Vairocana Five Buddha Crown emitted wisdom light, making his thoughts particularly active.

It was able to make Qingfeng Mingyue guard it so strictly that even the fellow brothers and elders who were approaching the end of their lives were not allowed to smell the ginseng fruit.

It seems that there is indeed something wrong with the ginseng fruit tree...

Chen Xi tried to reconstruct the situation inside Wuzhuang Temple by guessing.

He fiddled with the blood-stained yellow paper, continuing to search for information that might be useful.

"Hahaha, everyone is crazy!"

"There are guys everywhere who are neither human nor ghost!"

"My life span is almost over and my magical powers are all gone. I can't even fight to the death."

"Do I have to learn from them in order to achieve immortality and survive?"

"No! No! Even if I die, I can't become that horrible appearance!"

"I am a disciple of the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, and I have attained the Complete Tao. How could I have fallen to this point..."

……

"Why are all my fellow apprentices so happy and smiling lately?"

"Wuzhuang Temple has become like this, and they can still laugh!"

"No! They must have done something secretly from me. How come all the white hair turned back to black?"

"The smell of the brothers is so fragrant..."

"Did they hide some magic elixir and enjoy it secretly?"

"Wait! How come those monsters outside, who are neither human nor ghost, look so similar to my fellow apprentices?"

"My head is itchy... Is it going to grow a brain?"

"No, I remember! I remember!"

"Hahaha, I see, it turns out I ate those things too!"

"No wonder I'm still alive today, hahaha, no wonder!"

The scribbled bloody handwriting stopped abruptly here.

Chen Xi frowned and couldn't help but smacking his tongue.

Although the information on the yellow paper was fragmentary and difficult to discern, He still guessed something from it.

It was obvious that those crazy Taoists outside were once disciples of Wuzhuang Temple.

The Taoist who wrote his last words probably ended up turning into a demon.

Although no one knows what happened exactly that made them go from being a Quanzhen Taoist to being what they are now.

But what is certain is that this is absolutely related to the evil and corrupt world.

In this world filled with demons and evil spirits, all living things seem to be affected.

Even a powerful person like Zen Master Wuchao developed evil thoughts because of this.

Naturally, these Taoists in Wuzhuang Temple could not escape the disaster.

Taoist Changqing's last words did provide Chen Xi with a lot of useful information.

But unfortunately, the Taoist priest Changqing didn't make it in the end.

It is possible that among the crazy Taoist priests whose bodies are broken into pieces and scattered all over the ground, one of them is the Taoist priest Changqing who wrote his last work.

Chen Xi shook his head and casually put the blood-stained yellow papers back to their original place.

In the last words, the final change of Taoist Changqing was obviously caused by something he ate, which turned him into a demon.

Is it that weird ginseng fruit, or some kind of panacea?
Chen Xi didn't know, so he could only keep the question in his mind for the time being.

He walked out of the house and looked around.

The demons that had previously scrambled for the elixir have now all gone their separate ways and fled from here.

They were unwilling to leave and continued to search for possible opportunities in various places in the front yard of Wuzhuang Temple.

Chen Xi withdrew his gaze and turned to see where Bu Huagu and the black-hearted old lady had gone.

When the eye consciousness moves slightly, the divine eye will function accordingly.

Chen Xi's eyes were filled with a glazed light, and he could see through all the shapes and colors.

It didn't take long before they found the traces of Buhuagu and the black-hearted old lady.

The bridal sedan, the black coffin, and the red and white evil spirits are particularly conspicuous in the Wuzhuang Temple.

They swayed slowly as they moved deeper into the Wuzhuang Temple.

And the direction they were heading to was indeed the back garden.

Chen Xi understood it in his heart, and it was not beyond his expectations.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed Chen Xi suddenly discovered that the place where Bu Hua Gu and the black-hearted old lady were going...

The demonic aura seems quite large...

(End of this chapter)