Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The scorching sun and unbearable heat made the day unbearable.

The alleyway was cool and shady, with lush greenery and even the wind was cold.

Meanwhile, outside a house at the deepest part of the alley.

A furtive figure was peering over the wall, peering inside.

It doesn't look like anything good.

"really weird!"

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "It seems that Old Man Huang is not at home."

Previously, he had knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered.

They were also hesitant to fully engage their mental energy to investigate.

Therefore, they did this climbing up and down.

The brass oil lamp asked in confusion, "This Fourth Master has no relatives or friends in the capital. Why would he leave home for no reason? Could it be that after changing his name to Old Man Huang, he really thinks of himself as a decrepit old man and goes out to set up a stall on the street to make money?"

To be honest, I did think about the brass oil lamp.

Why would a heretic disguise himself as Old Man Huang?

It felt that the evil Taoist always appeared out of nowhere to punish Chen Huangpi when he was at his most triumphant. Even if the master and disciple didn't hold grudges overnight, they were always on the verge of a fight whenever they met.

Of course, it was a one-sided confrontation between Chen Huangpi and others.

Therefore, as long as the evil Taoist disguises himself as Old Man Huang, the master and disciple can still sit down and talk amicably as long as the old man doesn't admit it. But once this identity is removed, things will be hard to say.

Of all the incarnations of the abbot, the one who most hated Chen Huangpi was the evil Taoist who treated him the most.

Even the most morally upright person wouldn't go this far.

Of course, no matter how you put it...

In reality, the abbot was just using the pseudonym "Evil Taoist" to do something earth-shattering, and was just keeping an eye on Chen Huangpi.

Right now, the brass oil lamp seems to be the best option.

The heretic is definitely up to no good.

Thinking of this, the brass oil lamp said, "Chen Huangpi, the Fourth Abbot isn't home. Why don't we head back? We can't just stay here idly..."

What does "just waiting around" mean?

Chen Huangpi sneered, "Old Huang isn't home, but his treasures are still here!"

"what?"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed in surprise, saying nervously, "You're not really planning to steal those fake-to-real artifacts from the Fourth Abbot, are you? What if they're really useful? Wouldn't you be ruining the Fourth Abbot's plans?"

"Looking back, my main purpose is to deal with you; I won't speak up for you!"

"Huang Er, you have really disappointed me."

Chen Huangpi said disdainfully, "The Fourth Abbot is a heretic. I stole Old Man Huang's things. What does that have to do with my dear Fourth Master?"

The heretical person, even though I really dislike it!

But after all, he was his master.

Moreover, it's quite possible that it was a secondary account created by the master while he was conscious.

After all, he's not crazy at all.

But Old Man Huang was different.

“My master took my surname, Chen, and was named Chen Shidao.”

"Old Huang's surname is Huang, but he doesn't even have a given name."

"What does my stealing from Old Man Huang have to do with my master or those evil people?"

"But……"

"But what 'but'? We're already here."

"Damn it, let's do it!"

If Chen Huangpi hadn't said that, and since he'd already come all this way, the brass oil lamp would still have suggested turning back home.

But if you put it that way...

It immediately realized that this made perfect sense.

What's there to be afraid of? Chen Huangpi isn't afraid of anything.

How could I possibly back down?
If anything goes wrong, just blame it all on him.

Seeing the brass oil lamp like this, Chen Huangpi nodded in satisfaction.

"go!"

Chen Huangpi left as soon as he was told to.

He leaped and landed silently in the courtyard.

He had previously stolen the strange hawthorn tree in the yard. Afterwards, although he didn't know what the tree was used for, it did have some kind of strange power that attracted people who cultivated with their popularity to try to devour its fruit.

Chen Huangpi thought it was a good thing.

Old Huang's house has quite a few good things.

"Look, this well is looking more and more like the Dragon Locking Well."

The brass oil lamp flew to the edge of the well, its bright yellow eyes scanning the surroundings.

Last time I came...

This well is still quite crude.

Only through far-fetched connections can it be linked to the Dragon-Locking Well of Jingxian Temple.

But now it's different.

Deep and shallow patterns began to appear on the edge of the well, which upon closer inspection resembled some kind of talisman or magic array.

Treasures are all unique.

Once it is not damaged, a second one cannot be made.

No matter how similar it is, it can't match the power of the original.

Moreover, there is a high probability that the treasure and its owner will notice.

"Is this Dragon-Locking Well powerful?"

Chen Huangpi walked to the edge of the Locked Dragon Well and said excitedly, "The Void-Piercing Divine Sword is damaged, and I don't have any useful treasures on hand right now. Huang Er, you should understand what I mean, right?"

"I understand, I understand you so well."

The brass oil lamp said speechlessly, "I grew up with you since we were little. You don't even need to say anything. Just a fart and I know what you're thinking."

"However, I remember that the Dragon Locking Well wasn't used for killing."

As he spoke, the brass oil lamp began to reminisce.

Back then, the abbot traveled from the Great Qian Dynasty to the Ten Thousand Mountains to create a deity.

He brought with him three thousand immortals and three thousand righteous gods.

And various treasures.

Among them, the Golden Sky Lantern, also known as Huang Yi, was crafted during the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

The Void Cave, also known as the Tai Sui Killing Sword, originated from the Tai Sui Sect.

When the abbot was young, he competed in swordsmanship with the leader of the Tai Sui Sect. The latter was defeated and eventually renamed the Tai Sui Killing Sword to Dongzhen.

Secondly, there is the Nine-Part Bell.

This thing was legitimately stolen.

It was forcibly taken from the Jietian Sect.

Apart from that, the rest were indeed made by the abbot.

As for the Dragon Locking Well...

Do you remember that altar?

The brass oil lamp said mysteriously, "That altar was pulled by five five-clawed golden dragons, just like a donkey pulling a millstone, but in reality, there are no dragons in this world."

Chen Huangpi asked, "Where did that dragon come from?"

“From the Dragon-Locking Well.”

The brass oil lamp said, "Dragons fly to the heavens and live beyond the heavens. This beyond the heavens is not the immortal realm, but the world beyond. Do you see the chains on this side of the Dragon Locking Well?"

“Pull this chain and you can fish out a dragon.”

"The stronger you are, the more powerful the dragon you can retrieve."

What if I am very weak?

"Then it's unclear who will bail whom out."

Upon hearing what the brass oil lamp said, Chen Huangpi immediately understood. This Locked Dragon Well was indeed very strange.

But it wasn't the powerful treasure he had imagined that would unleash its full might when unleashed.

"It wouldn't be bad to catch a dragon to ride."

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment, then peeked into the well.

At the bottom of the well, the water rippled gently, its depths unfathomable, like an abyss ready to devour anyone who dared to approach.

There was indeed something that resembled a fish but wasn't quite a fish swimming around.

So he grabbed the chain and pulled it up sharply.

I must say, Chen Huangpi is really strong.

He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.

With a single outstretched arm, it possesses immense strength.

Wow…

Chen Huangpi pulled the chain.

A loud splashing sound came from the well.

Whoosh.

The chain was pulled out, but to his bewilderment, the chain did not bind a dragon, but a black loach covered in slime.

The loach was huge; the half of its body protruding from the well opening was two or three zhang long.

His thick waist was bulging with muscles, as thick as a stone roller.

"Huang Er, you call this a dragon?"

"This……"

The brass oil lamp was dumbfounded, stammering, "After all, it's a case of turning a fake into a real one. I reckon the Four Abbots haven't quite succeeded yet. But there's a saying that even a mudfish can become a small dragon, so the difference isn't..."

The words are not finished yet.

Suddenly, the brass oil lamp's expression changed slightly.

"No, there's something else in the well!"

next second.

A roar that sounded like a deer's cry or a tiger's roar came from the well.

Immediately afterwards, there was a click.

The giant loach let out a painful cry.

Its body was severed in half in the well, blood gushing everywhere, as it struggled frantically with a splash.

Let's look at the bottom of the well again.

Chen Huangpi only saw a huge shadow disappearing into it.

Before leaving, the shadow seemed to sense Chen Huangpi's gaze and glanced back coldly at him from the water.

Just one glance.

The dried yellow peel will make you feel cold to the bone.

Because those eyes were savage, cruel, and filled with a twisted meaning.

It lacked the majesty and solemnity of the true dragon he had imagined.

"Eerie..."

Chen Huangpi said with a pounding heart, "How terrifying and malevolent! Could it be that all the true dragons from beyond the heavens have become malevolent as well?"

goooo...

The brass oil lamp swallowed.

"Never mind that, we'll never go to the Outer Heavens in our lives. Next, next, get as far away from this broken well as possible!"

Although it was a product of practice that led to its realization.

But this Locked Dragon Well is truly a bit eerie.

Wells aren't that powerful; what's powerful are the real dragons.

Fortunately, it was just a mudfish that Chen Huangpi pulled the chains. If it had been a real dragon, it would have caused a huge mess.

They abandoned the idea of ​​taking the Locked Dragon Well with them.

Chen Huangpi ran to the side room of the blacksmith's shop.

There was a huge fireplace in the room.

Inside the furnace was a sword, three feet long, which looked unremarkable and was covered with copper rust.

Chen Huangpi was already incredibly excited after just one glance.

"It's Dongzhen!"

As he spoke, he picked up the sword.

This sword was also made by practicing until it became real.

It looks exactly like the sword shadow in the Void Divine Sword.

The brass oil lamp became even more agitated: "This broken sword used to ignore me. When I wanted to become its underling, it came at me with a single blow and almost killed me!"

"Chen Huangpi, let me show you this sword!"

"Take it!"

Chen Huangpi tossed the sword to the brass oil lamp.

The latter happily poured lamp oil into it, and the sword emitted a pleasant humming sound.

"Hmph, I thought they were something special."

The brass oil lamp said smugly, "Give me a little oil and you're all that. A child born out of wedlock is a child born out of wedlock. You don't even have a backbone in your false body. In front of your direct descendant, this lamp, you've shown your true colors."

"Huang Er, you're disgusting."

Chen Huangpi said disdainfully, "I don't want this sword anymore. You can keep it and play with it yourself. I'm going to get the Nine Separation Bell!"

To be honest, Chen Huangpi didn't really want this fake-to-real cave.

Because he already possessed the Void-Piercing Divine Sword.

He wanted to repair it and then nurture it properly in the future spleen temple, making it stronger and stronger.

Of course, if it's truly a cave.

But Chen Huangpi doesn't have that kind of face.

"Nine Separation Bell!"

Chen Huangpi walked to the door of the main room and set his sights on Jiu Lizhong's fake body.

Actually, what he wanted most was the Nine-Leaving Bell.

He just wanted to take his master's sword and show it off, to look impressive.

The Nine-Leaving Bell is different.

Back in the old days, he had been extremely envious of the Nine-Bell Bell.

Because the Nine Bells are located in the old temple.

Unlike other treasures that are either missing or hidden in old temples.

This is something you can see and touch.

Most importantly, Jiu Lizhong used to fry fish in the past.

Chen Huangpi truly felt that this sword was far superior in power, except for its offensive capabilities, which were weaker than his master's sword.

"Yes, the Nine-Part Bell!"

The brass oil lamp shouted, "It used to look down on me too. We're all surnamed Jiu, so why is it the big Jiu and I'm the little Jiu? Chen Huangpi, let me have it. I have more oil! Today, let it see who the real big Jiu is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the brass oil lamp stretched out its slender hands and grabbed the Nine-Leaving Bell.

However, just as it was trying to pour in the lamp oil and control it, it was astonished to find that it could not pour in its lamp oil no matter what it tried.

"Oh ho, trying to pull this trick on me, huh?"

"Just a mere fake body!"

The brass oil lamp yanked with both hands: "Get down here!"

But the result is...

Not moving.

Furthermore, a twisted and insane will slowly awakened from the Nine Separation Bell.

*Thump!* (End of Chapter)