Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 124 Onion People Are Interesting
A thud.

Blood spurted out.

The mattock broke the true fire of humanity and also broke Song Tiangang's skull.

Chenhuangpi is very strong.

The kidney temple has been built, and the liver temple is gradually showing signs of development.

Plus the power of the magic tree.

Even though this mattock only has one characteristic: hardness.

It was also enough to take Song Tiangang's life.

With the blessing of the golden seal, he is comparable to the city god of the state.

However comparable they are, they cannot escape the fact that they are essentially just Nascent Soul cultivators.

His body is not a divine body.

"I'm not willing to..."

Chen Huangpi's force created a huge hole in Song Tiangang's skull, and blood was gushing out. Even his Nascent Soul was holed, and his essence was dissipating from it.

Moreover, his head was hammered into his chest.

The dignified descendant of the Qinghe Song family and the dignified governor of Xuzhou in the Dakang Dynasty now looks like a coward.

"I hate it, I hate it so much."

Song Tiangang's eyes were bloodshot and one of his eyes had even fallen out of its socket.

His consciousness has become chaotic.

Without his control, the true fire of humanity around him immediately shrank back into the golden seal.

Bang.

Song Tiangang's broken body fell heavily to the ground, and red and white objects fell out from the gap above his head.

He waved his hands, trying to grab something.

"Become an immortal, become an immortal."

"I want to become an immortal..."

Song Tiangang waved his sword non-stop, and said madly, "I learned to read at the age of three, practiced Qi at the age of five, and established my foundation at the age of twelve. After another three years, I became a golden elixir. When I was eighteen, I became a Yuanying Zhenjun."

"But the path of cultivation was cut off, and I died when I was eighteen."

"I can not be reconciled."

"Which family doesn't have thousands of copies of immortal cultivation techniques?"

"I also want to become an immortal!"

"Oh, I got it, I got it."

Song Tiangang grabbed two handfuls of yellow earth with both hands and laughed crazily, "The Immortal Path, I have grasped the Immortal Path, I will become an immortal, I will become..."

Boom! ! ! !

Chen Huangpi dug down again with the hoe.

The latter's head was smashed to pieces in an instant.

He kicked his legs and immediately stopped moving.

"You are the only one who wants to become an immortal?"

Chen Huangpi said with disdain: "My master became a true immortal at the age of twelve, and you only reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of eighteen. You are not even as good as me. How can you become an immortal before me?"

"Yes, yes."

The brass oil lamp flew forward and saw that Song Tiangang died in such a miserable state. He couldn't help but gloat over his misfortune and said, "Aspirations are higher than the sky, but lives are thinner than paper. If Song Tiangang hadn't thought too much, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

"But death is the greatest thing, and it's not good to just leave the body exposed in the wilderness."

At this point, the brass oil lamp said to the Fox Mountain God, "Throw the old guy's body into the vegetable field in the back mountain. When it grows into an onion man, chop it up along with Song Qiuyue's onion men. We can even make dumplings with it."

"okay!"

The fox mountain god came running over happily.

The bodies of monks such as Song Qiuyue were thrown to the back mountain by it and buried in the vegetable field of the onion farmer.

I guess they are all taller than others now.

With the addition of Song Tiangang, the family can be reunited.

And just then.

Chen Huangpi suddenly tilted his head and said, "Wait a minute, his soul is not in the Soul Summoning Book."

"He doesn't seem to be dead?"

"not dead?"

The brass oil lamp froze for a moment, and a stream of real fire spurted out of its mouth.

The true fire is like a sharp sword.

It pierced Song Tiangang's chest in an instant.

"Isn't this dead?"

The brass oil lamp asked doubtfully, "Could it be that this old fellow has some other tricks up his sleeve?"

"It shouldn't be..."

The Fox Mountain God raised his tail and said, "The man surnamed Song is indeed dead. Although there is a treasure to replace his death, his body is here and his Nascent Soul is not gone. Could it be that his soul is in this golden seal?"

As he said that, Fox Mountain picked up the golden seal.

The small square seal is not big.

There is a strong sense of popularity surging in it.

Monks practice with popularity.

The gods feed on human popularity.

It’s just that monks call human popularity spiritual energy, and gods call human popularity incense.

The Fox Mountain God used to eat incense and offerings.

But after absorbing the spiritual energy of the master of Chen Huangpi Temple, and being beaten with three bamboo sticks today, somehow, the aura that he used to smell sweet and delicious and wanted to swallow in one gulp, now seemed not so tempting to the Fox Mountain God.

Although I can eat it, I still want to eat it.

But I dare not eat it.

Because the Purple Robe Master is still here.

The one who loves to absorb the popularity of gods the most.

"let me see."

Chen Huangpi took the golden seal from the Fox Mountain God. Although he could not see anything, he did not hide the shadow of the towering magic tree behind him, so the ability to see through everything was still there.

There are eight big characters engraved on the gold seal.

Xuzhou Mu Shou issued the pardon order on his behalf.

The brass oil lamp joked, "Chen Huangpi, if you get this golden seal, according to your logic, you will become the governor of Xuzhou."

"Huang Er, stop making trouble." Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "I killed Song Tiangang and took his golden seal, but I can't go to Xuzhou City to show off, otherwise I will definitely cause trouble. Besides, Emperor Chen of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is my uncle, and the Yellow Spring Yintu is my family property. With such an extraordinary status, how can I be the shepherd of a mere continent?"

"Also, there is no soul of Song Tiangang in this golden seal."

"So where did his soul go?"

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi, the brass oil lamp, and the fox mountain god all gathered in front of Song Tiangang's body and began to study it with a puzzled look on their faces.

The body was still warm.

But his heart had stopped beating long ago, and his head had shrunk into his chest.

The essence of the Nascent Soul is constantly dissipating.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like it cannot be deader.

"Huang Er, is he going to fake his death too?"

"Impossible. Although this old fellow has some tricks, this is the Jingxian Temple. How can he be allowed to resurrect?"

"How about burning it to ashes?"

The Fox Mountain God thought for a moment and said, "Ever since the abbot of the temple came back to life, I have been trying to figure out how to deal with this situation. Burning him to ashes is the simplest and most effective way."

"Besides, there are too many green onions in the vegetable fields on the back hill."

"It's a good time to fertilize them."

……

There is a vegetable garden on the back mountain of Jingxian Temple.

The vegetable garden is not very big.

It's only about half an acre.

And it is divided into several pieces.

Some grow wheat, some grow fruits and vegetables, and some grow condiments.

But the field where onions grew the most luxuriantly was the one where onions were planted.

The Fox Mountain God held a jar in his arms and walked slowly to the group of onion people.

Each of those onion people is as tall as a man.

As soon as it saw the Fox Mountain God coming, it began to tremble.

One of the onion people yelled, "You slutty fox, what are you doing here again? Where's Chen Huangpi? Why isn't he here? I want to protest. I only have such a small piece of land, and now there are dozens of onion people, crowding and making noise. Do you want to let the onion live?"

The land for growing onions is not big.

Now the onion people are all crowded together and can't even stretch their bodies.

At this time, a slender thread emerged from the onion man.

"Let Chen Huangpi come over, let Chen Huangpi come over! These ordinary onions are too rude. After all, I grew out of Song Qiuyue and am a daughter of an aristocratic family. Drive these ordinary onions out! Otherwise, my innocence will be lost!"

"You bastard onion, why are you talking nonsense again? Brothers, we are local onions. We don't need to argue with those onions from other places. We block the sunlight and suck the nutrients out of the soil. They can't beat us."

"That's right, let's play with this girl from the noble family first."

"Let me play first. I grew from those servant monks. I want to overthrow Tiangang and kill its fishy smell!"

The onion people shouted and dragged the onion girl from the noble family into the onion group.

When the Fox Mountain God saw this, he couldn't help but marvel in amazement.

Although there are many places in the Ten Thousand Mountains where onion people grow.

But those onion people can’t speak and are not as interesting as the onion people in the vegetable garden of Jingxian Temple.

However, the Fox Mountain God had no intention of staying.

After scattering the ashes in the jar into the onion field, the Fox Mountain God turned and left.

Waited until we returned to Jingxian Temple.

The Fox Mountain God found the tangerine peel in the alchemy room.

At this moment.

Chen Huangpi was directing the brass oil lamp to take a book of medicine from the medicine shelf.

"Huang Er, turn to page 26. There is a prescription called Quqing Fuming Powder."

"I saw it."

When Huang Tong You Deng saw the Qing Fu Ming San, he couldn't help but ask, "Lime, ginger, Qianbaicao, plant ash, plus Chuanbei, Platycodon, and honey mixed together, can this thing be eaten?"

"Of course not."

Chen Huangpi explained: "Medicine can be taken orally or used externally. My eyes became blind because I looked at the sun, which is an external injury, so this Quqing Fuming Powder should be applied externally."

"No, Chen Huangpi, do you really want to cure yourself?"

The Fox Mountain God was shocked and said, "As the saying goes, a doctor cannot heal himself. How about I write a prescription for you?"

To be honest, it’s about curing diseases and saving lives.

The Fox Mountain God has his own experience. His followers are all mortals, and they all have some major or minor illnesses on a daily basis.

Even the prescriptions and medical books among the remnants of the people were mostly written by it.

just.

As soon as it said this.

Chen Huangpi's face immediately turned gloomy.

"Fox Mountain God, you said you wanted to write a prescription for me?"

"yes……"

The Fox Mountain God said, "I am also proficient in medicine. It is very easy to write a prescription."

"hehe."

Chen Huangpi sneered, "I am well versed in pharmacology and have read a lot of medical books, but I don't dare to write prescriptions for others carelessly. Why are you going to write one for me? Do you mean that you know more than me?"

"Of course I don't understand as much as you do."

The Fox Mountain God whispered, "Why don't you wait for the master to come back and let him heal your eyes? I think if the master doesn't heal you when he's sober, he will definitely heal you when he's crazy, right?"

"Nonsense!"

Chen Huangpi scolded, "Master has lost his mind and gone mad, but I am not crazy. You let your crazy master heal me who is sober. Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

"Yes Yes……"

The Fox Mountain God uttered, "The master is crazy."

"is it?"

"Is... is it the Grand Master?"

The fox mountain god immediately jumped up with anger. Turning his head, he saw the master of the temple in purple Taoist robes appearing behind him. He was drooling and said to him with a smile, "Little fox, you are talking about me again..."

Chen Huangpi complained: "Master, why did you come back just now? It's almost dark."

The purple-robed Taoist scratched his head and said, "I went to ask the sun for a question. The sun was about to set. I didn't want to go to the old temple to see your second master. I was afraid that he would learn to play dirty tricks like the third master, so I hurried back before dark."

(End of this chapter)