Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

noon.

Old Huang pushed open the door and returned home.

He was carrying a bamboo basket, and no one knew where he had gone.

Entered the courtyard.

Old Huang first glanced at the well.

Bloodstains were scattered on the ground, and the remains of a huge loach lay silently, its eyes wide with resentment.

Although half a day has passed.

But he looked as if he had just died.

Looking again at the furnace, the rusty iron sword was indeed nowhere to be found.

Old Huang shook his head slightly, unloaded the bamboo basket, and walked towards the main room.

When passing by the so-called "fake-turned-real" Nine-Leaving Bell.

Old Huang paused for a moment.

He then moved a deck chair over and lay down under the eaves to rest with his eyes closed.

In the bamboo basket next to it, there was a bamboo strip.

dong dong dong...

The Nine-Bell Bell emitted a clear, crisp sound.

It's strange, since there's no wind blowing, why does the clock ring by itself?

If someone were to see this, they would probably be quite startled.

I think this clock might have come to life.

And inside the Nine-Bell Bell.

It was pitch black here.

In the darkness, countless eyes opened.

Every eye was bloodshot, staring menacingly at the terrified boy.

And a broken copper lamp.

"Ninth Brother, Ninth Master, it's me, Little Ninth!"

The brass oil lamp revealed its true form and screamed, "We are all treasures of the Pure Immortal Temple, we are all family! Even though you have become an evil spirit, so have I!"

"Huang Er is right!"

Chen Huangpi, his face deathly pale, said, “It is the first evil spirit in the world, and an external evil spirit. So am I. Jiu Li Zhong, I am my master’s disciple, I am that egg. Do you still remember me?”

However, the only response to this man and his lamp was the tolling of a bell, a death knell.

Boom boom boom! ! !
Chen Huangpi was so shocked that he felt like his mind was about to break.

The vital energy within his body, and all his skills, were interrupted just as they were about to be activated.

Even if they wanted to resist, they couldn't.

"puff……"

The brass oil lamp spewed out oil and begged for mercy, "Ninth Brother, Ninth Master, spare us! Please let us go for the sake of my eldest brother being Huang Yi. I really didn't know you were you."

"I thought you were still frying fish back in the old days!"

Whether it's dried tangerine peel or a brass oil lamp.

They all got one thing wrong.

That is, the other treasures might all be fake bodies that have been made to look real.

But the Nine-Part Bell couldn't be more real.

Madness, twisted, and utterly brutal.

Its will was awakened the instant the bell rang.

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp's consciousness went into a malfunction.

When I came to my senses again, I was already inside the bell.

It should be noted that the Nine-Separation Bell is one of the top three treasures of the Pure Immortal Temple.

The first is the Golden Sky Lantern.

However, the brass oil lamp felt that there was too much moisture involved, since it was originally used to create gods, and generalizations cannot be made.

As for the second and third, it's harder to say.

Because, in reality, it's impossible to say who is stronger between Jiu Li Zhong and Dong Zhen.

But no matter how you put it.

Chen Huangpi and brass oil lamps are completely ineffective against Jiu Lizhong.

Even before it became evil, this thing was already extremely powerful.

After the abbot attained enlightenment, it remained in the old temple and never left. Its power is now terrifying; the brass oil lamp believes it is probably close to the level of the Dao.

But I don't know what happened.

Logically speaking, now that the Nine-Separation Bell has transformed into an evil entity, killing Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp would be incredibly easy for it. In fact, it only rings it occasionally.

Only Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp could not use their full abilities.

Consequently, they suffered the torment of the bell's toll.

"Stop banging, stop banging."

Chen Huangpi pleaded desperately, "If you keep hitting me, my head is going to explode."

The bell rang.

He had a severe headache, and felt as if his soul was about to split open.

That pain was the cruelest torture in the world.

"Ninth Brother, Ninth Master!"

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but cry out, "I was blind before and didn't recognize the true value of the clock. I know I was wrong now, so just ignore me!"

"If all else fails, just ask us something. This isn't a sustainable solution, is it?"

However, the response to this one person and one lamp was...

Only the sound of bells rang out.

With each blink of those countless bloodshot, hideous eyeballs, a bell tolled.

Chen Huangpi was so shocked that he lost his senses.

In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to the egg.

He couldn't tell whether he was the yolk or the white.

Because it has been shaken apart and mixed up.

"Ah!!! Dried tangerine peel!!!"

Seeing Chen Huangpi roll his eyes, the brass oil lamp couldn't help but angrily rebuke, "Jiulizhong, are you crazy? Chen Huangpi is the abbot's own disciple. You've seen him before."

"Come at me if you have anything!"

Why did you hurt him?

"His thought process is already different from normal people. If you make him even more insane, wouldn't that be the end of everything?"

Chen Huangpi is the future Huangtian (a legendary figure associated with agriculture and agriculture).

If someone really goes crazy, how will the world function?
A madman of the Heavenly Dao.

All the cultivators, gods, and living beings under heaven will have to go mad along with them.

At that moment, a madman's voice rang out.

"Jiuli! Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

……

Chen Huangpi had a dream.

In his dream, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.

They can't even walk yet.

Wearing only a bellyband, he crawled around the Jingxian Temple with his bare bottom exposed.

A brass oil lamp followed behind him.

However, the brass oil lamp at this time was not quite the same as the one he remembered.

It's not that unreliable.

It seemed cold, mechanical, and devoid of any human warmth.

Even if Chen Huangpi falls down, it won't help him up.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The little yellow-skinned creature crawled towards the main hall, tripped on the steps, and hit its head on the steps with a thud.

The brass oil lamp, however, only emitted a beam of golden light, shining it on Little Yellow Skin's head to alleviate its pain.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

Little Yellow Skin pointed to its head and said, "It hurts." "It doesn't hurt."

The sound of the brass oil lamp was stiff.

Little Yellow Skin cried out, "It hurts! It hurts!"

"No pain!"

"pain!"

Soon, the two of them, one person and one lamp, began to cry out in pain and pain repeatedly outside the main hall, one after the other.

Until a figure dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe walked out of the main hall.

"Lion! Ouch!!"

"It's Master."

The master chuckled and said, "Does it hurt here? Let me rub it for you, and it will stop hurting."

As he spoke, Master patted Little Yellow Skin's head.

The little one immediately started grinning foolishly.

"Master, it itches!"

"Where is it itchy?"

My tummy is itchy.

Little Yellow Skin lifted its bib, revealing its swollen belly and little bird.

The master said blankly, "Yellow Skin, this isn't itchy, it's painful."

"It's itchy!"

"Okay, it itches. Next time you feel itchy, remember to tell your master, okay?"

"Okay, Lion Tiger!"

Little Yellow Skin is still too young; it can't even walk yet, and its teeth haven't all grown in, so naturally its speech is unclear.

The master sat on the steps, placed the little yellow leather on his knees, and pointed to the brass oil lamp beside him.

next second.

The brass oil lamp then shone a golden beam of light onto Little Yellow Skin's belly.

Soon, the little yellow-skinned creature's swollen belly began to wriggle.

The surrounding light and shadows change.

In the blink of an eye, they were moved to the back mountain.

The little yellow skin has dribbled.

Literally, "pull".

The master sighed and said, "After the Yellow Springs Yin Soil changed, it was indeed too dangerous. But you can't not eat it. If you don't eat it, your body won't grow properly. Even the powder ground by the gods won't be of any use."

Looking around, there's a large area of ​​land on the back hill.

Its color was exactly the same as the dark earth, a deathly gray, devoid of any vitality.

"The so-called transformation between life and death is that one is born and then dies, and one dies and then is born."

"But the yellow-skinned ones are the opposite."

"Only the Netherworld can bear his physical body."

As the master spoke, he said to the brass oil lamp, "Huang Er, remember this: until Huang Pi'er can eat the powder ground by the gods, you must expel the death energy from his stomach every day."

"Huang Er, listen to my command."

The sound of the brass oil lamp was cold and indifferent.

When this dream ends here.

Chen Huangpi's consciousness was actually in a state between dreaming and waking.

He knew that the brass oil lamp's memory was incomplete; it only looked like what he remembered from the time he could recall it.

However, in this dream...

Chen Huangpi's thinking is chaotic, and he can only drift along with his dreams.

Little Yellow Skin's awareness wasn't much better.

Children this age, like kittens and puppies, have little autonomy.

"Master, I'm hungry."

Little Yellowie had just finished defecating when his stomach started growling with hunger. He pointed at the yellowish, turbid substance on the ground and cried out.

The master was both amused and exasperated: "Yellow-skinned man, you can't eat this."

"It's filled with death energy; eating it will kill you."

"Come, let me take you back to the temple."

"There are offerings for you to eat."

Back in the main hall, the gods had already prepared offerings.

The master fed the offerings to Little Yellow Skin.

But after a while, the little yellow-skinned fruit stopped eating.

The master asked, "Yellow-skinned fruit, is it not to your liking?"

Little Yellow Skin didn't speak, but stared blankly at the gods.

After a while.

His blank expression finally came back to life.

"Master, shh..."

"Tsk..."

The master touched his robe, which was soaked with urine, and said, "Yellow Skin, next time don't say 'pee-pee' after you've finished peeing. Say 'pee-pee' first, then pee, understand?"

"Master, I'm sleepy."

"Okay, go to sleep if you're sleepy."

The master held Little Yellow Skin in his arms, gently patting its back. After it fell asleep, he handed it over to the brass oil lamp.

"Huang Er, take good care of Huang Pi'er."

"This time he'll be asleep for hundreds of years."

"I'll just go out for a bit and see if that thing is still watching the yellow-skinned creature in the sky."

"Yes, Abbot."

……

In my dream, I was unaware that I was a guest.

Chen Huangpi vaguely heard a bell ringing.

The sound of the bell was like the grand and majestic sound of a great bell.

He was suddenly awakened.

Consciousness returned to the present world, but upon opening her eyes, she found herself no longer inside the Nine Separation Bell.

Instead, he lay under the eaves of the main room.

Old Huang lay on the recliner, snoring incessantly.

goooo...

Chen Huangpi swallowed.

He turned his head and saw the brass oil lamp lying on the ground, unconscious like a dead dog, while the rusty iron sword had vanished.

We have to go.

Chen Huangpi realized he had done something wrong and had been caught red-handed.

He dared not stay here any longer.

They were afraid that Old Man Huang would punish them severely after he woke up.

So he carefully picked up the brass oil lamp and tiptoed outside.

However, he had only taken one step.

Then I felt something blocking my calves.

Looking down, I realized it was a bamboo strip.

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Old Huang stretched and sat up from the recliner, holding the bamboo stick, looking at Chen Huangpi in front of him with a half-smile.

"Master...Master..."

"What master?"

Old Huang laughed and said, "I'm not your master. Besides, is this how your master taught you? Running into my house to steal things? And you think you can just leave without apologizing after being caught red-handed?"

"Your master doesn't have as thick a skin as you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi subconsciously replied, "That's not necessarily true! The Nine Separation Bell and the Tai Sui Killing Sword were both snatched away by Master..." (End of Chapter)