Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

There was a snap.

The bamboo stick struck Chen Huangpi's buttocks.

He grimaced in pain and screamed repeatedly.

Earlier, this old man Huang was chatting and laughing.

As a result, he simply said that his master's Tai Sui Killing Sword and Nine Separation Bell were stolen.

My master's skin isn't much thinner than mine.

I am the student who has surpassed my teacher.

As a result, Old Man Huang turned on him in no time.

He hung himself from the roof beam and beat himself.

Unfortunately, he was so disoriented by the Nine Separation Bell that he couldn't use any of his skills and couldn't even put up a fight.

How hateful! How ruthless!
"A heretic!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "I know it's you! You're so despicable! You've done all sorts of bad things and bullied me because I had no power to fight back. Go ahead and hit me, hit me to death."

"Even if I die, I will never bow down to you..."

Snapped! ! !
Another bamboo stick was lashed out.

"I'm sorry, Fourth Master, I know I was wrong."

"Heh, so you're even calling for your master to beg for mercy?"

Old Huang sneered incessantly, and lashed Chen Huangpi's buttocks hard with the bamboo stick in his hand.

The pain caused Chen Huangpi to cry out in agony.

"Would you dare to steal again?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Chen Huangpi shook his head vigorously.

"I'm asking you, where did you put that hawthorn tree from last time?"

Old Huang held a bamboo stick in one hand and had the other hand behind his back.

Chen Huangpi lowered his head and obediently said, "I planted it in Wang Mingdao's backyard. I also set up an array to prevent anyone from breaking in."

"Well, it's not exactly ridiculous."

Old Huang nodded and said, "Plant that tree well, it will be of great use in the future."

Chen Huangpi said, "You heretic, what you are..."

"Stop."

Old Huang waved his hand and said, "I am Old Huang, not some evil person."

"Alright, Old Man Huang."

Chen Huangpi asked, "What's the deal with the fruit that grows on that hawthorn tree? Why do cultivators get their minds confused when they see it? Is it used to harm people?"

How could fruit harm people?

Old Huang shook his head and said, "It's not alive, and it doesn't have a sense of right and wrong. If you use it to harm people, it's the most vicious thing in the world. If you use it to save people..."

At this point, Old Man Huang paused and gave Chen Huangpi a deep look.

"Then it is the last bit of mercy from heaven and earth."

"Huh? Am I actually a good person?"

Chen Huangpi said in surprise, "How come I didn't know I had a kind heart?"

When he was seven or eight years old, he still had a conscience.

But now, that conscience hardly beats anymore.

Because his master had refined the sun and moon into his body, he could no longer hear the whispers of sentient beings around him.

Old Huang didn't care.

He then changed the subject and said to Chen Huangpi, "Don't kill that tree. Keep it safe, or you'll regret it when you actually need it."

"All right……"

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and then asked, "Fourth Master, no, Old Man Huang, I have encountered many things recently, and I am very confused. Can you help me resolve these doubts?"

"I'm not your master, why should I help you for no reason?"

Old Huang sneered and lashed out with a bamboo stick, snapping the rope suspending Chen Huangpi.

"Ouch, my ass."

Chen Huangpi sat up abruptly from the ground.

His buttocks were killing him.

This fall hurt even more.

"Fine, I won't help you then! Humph, I don't want your help anyway."

Chen Huangpi tilted his head, picked up the unconscious brass oil lamp beside him, and was about to leave.

This heretic is truly hateful.

I wish I hadn't come.

Let him live as a lonely old man in the capital!

"You're always in such a hurry."

Old Huang sighed and said, "I only said I wouldn't help you for no reason, it's not like I won't help at all."

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi immediately stopped and said ingratiatingly, "Old Huang, just tell me, I'll do anything you want."

"Go, go and tidy up the yard."

Old Huang pointed to the large pit in the yard and said, "Fill up this tree pit, and I will answer your question once."

"it is good!"

Chen Huangpi was not afraid of being ordered around by Old Man Huang.

Moreover, this old man Huang is a heretic.

It is the Fourth Master.

Is it really called ordering around when your fourth master is making you do things?

It was just something a disciple should do.

Soon, Chen Huangpi began filling in the hole left by the hawthorn tree.

However, he has not yet shaken off the influence of the Nine Separation Bell.

I can't muster any strength.

My shoulders were sore and tired in no time.

"Huang Er! Wake up, don't sleep."

Chen Huangpi shook the head of the brass oil lamp: "Help me with the work, I'm too slow by myself."

"What work?"

The brass oil lamp slowly awoke, and asked in confusion, "What have you done here? Aren't I at the Pure Immortal Temple, watching over Chen Huangpi?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi was stunned.

"Huang Er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I……"

The brass oil lamp shook its head, looking troubled, and said, "Family member, I think I had a dream. I dreamt that I became as cold and heartless as Huang Yi, and I also dreamt about you..."

"say no more!"

Chen Huangpi's expression was uncertain. He hurriedly said, "That's not a dream. It's an illusion caused by the Nine Separation Bell."

"impossible."

The brass oil lamp said with certainty, "I am the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, extremely yin and evil. Do you think I can't sense whether it's an illusion or not? That must be a dream. In your dream, you can't even walk; you're crawling around everywhere."

"Moreover, the abbot also said that swallowing the Yellow Springs Yin Soil is to make your physical body grow, otherwise you cannot eat the powder ground by the gods."

"Oh, right, I also dreamt that you pooped." "And after you pooped, you wanted to eat it, yeah, you wanted to eat it with your hands..."

"say no more!"

Enraged, Chen Huangpi's hair stood on end as he shouted, "I didn't eat it! Master stopped me! And I'll say it again, dreams are all fake, fake!"

"Wait a moment!"

The brass oil lamp looked at him strangely and said, "Family member, I haven't even finished speaking. How do you know what I dreamed about? You had that dream too, right?"

"In other words, this dream is real..."

Boom! ! ! !

With murderous intent surging in his eyes, Chen Huangpi slammed his fist hard into the head of the brass oil lamp.

With just one blow, the brass oil lamp was knocked unconscious on the spot.

"I'll say it again."

"Dreams! They're all fake!"

He, Chen Huangpi, is the future Yellow Heaven, the Way of Heaven.

He is the emperor of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, the ruler of the Yellow Springs Yin Land, the Lord of the Great Void, the leader of the Tai Sui Sect, the emperor of the evil beings, and the only legitimate successor of the Pure Immortal Temple.

From a young age, he was exceptionally intelligent and brave.

There can be no dark history.

After half a ring.

The brass oil lamp awoke again.

Looking at Chen Huangpi's murderous expression, it laughed loudly, "Family member, why are you filling in the pit all by yourself? You look exhausted. Come on, let me help you."

The brass oil lamp never mentioned that dream.

Chen Huangpi's expression also softened.

See? This is his true brother.

As the saying goes, "When brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal."

Soon, the brass oil lamp and Chen Huangpi brothers filled the hole.

"Thank you, Huang Er."

"Hey, we're all brothers, no need to be so polite."

The brass oil lamp laughed, and Chen Huangpi laughed too.

The previous scene seemed as if it had never happened.

However, Chen Huangpi knew that the brass oil lamp would never forget its dark history.

The brass oil lamp also knew that Chen Huangpi wished he could strangle himself.

But, this is his dark history.

I'll eat him for the rest of my life!

"When I become the Dao Master."

Chen Huangpi vowed in his heart: "I must turn back time and erase this unbearable past!"

Keep this thought firmly in mind.

Chen Huangpi walked up to Old Man Huang.

The latter raised his eyelids and said calmly, "Have you decided what you want to ask?"

Why did my uncle cut off my head?

Chen Huangpi asked, "Was what I saw behind that bronze door the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

"These are two issues."

Old Huang smiled and said, "However, considering you've worked hard all day, I'll let you off easy."

"That is the Tongtian Palace of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

You actually went there when you were a child.

"As for why your uncle chopped off your head, you've misunderstood. He just didn't want you to die so soon."

"When can I go there?"

Chen Huangpi felt a little relieved.

If my uncle Chen Huang really hated me that much, he would have struck me with his sword right away.

I really don't want to see him.

After all, I'm not made of clay, so I don't really have no temper at all.

Upon hearing this, Old Man Huang gave Chen Huangpi a strange look: "Didn't you already plan this out? Why are you in such a hurry? Just cross the Nine Seas and climb over the Three Mountains, and you'll be there."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Alright, then I'd like to ask, why is Dongzhen in my uncle's hands?"

"Want to know? Well, do some blacksmithing for me and I'll tell you."

"Row!"

Chen Huangpi had no choice; if Old Man Huang hadn't told him, he wouldn't have been able to do anything either.

Right now, if I help him with his work, I can learn some things, which is actually the best thing that can happen.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi ran to the side room of the blacksmith's workshop and started working hard.

Although he didn't understand it.

Even though I don't know how to make something fake into something real.

Why do I have to do it myself?

But since that's what they say, let's do it this way.

While instructing Chen Huangpi on how to forge the sword, Old Man Huang said with a sense of loss, "Your uncle's situation is very bad. He's like the King of Hell; he's about to turn into an evil spirit."

“Back then, Dongzhen went to find Huang Yi, but your uncle was already on the verge of collapse, so he stabbed Huang Yi into his own heart to suppress himself.”

"Four... Old Man Huang."

The brass oil lamp asked anxiously, "How is Huang Yi now? Is it still in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

"Half and half."

Old Huang sighed, "It's a stubborn creature and has suffered a lot. Remember to bring it back with you when the time comes."

"Then what is the Yellow Springs Earth that the Underworld Emperor gave me for?"

"Don't worry about it, we don't need it now, but it will be a way to make a living in the future."

"Is this the path to survival for my most respected and beloved master?"

“You underestimate your master. He doesn’t need it; it’s for you.”

"Oh, then I'm relieved!"

Chen Huangpi breathed a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his heart, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

The brass oil lamp beside it also laughed.

That's great. It seems the abbot is implying that he won't die.

and many more……

Why then prepare a way out for Chen Huangpi?

The brass oil lamp glanced at Chen Huangpi, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

"Old Huang! I forgive you!"

Chen Huangpi laughed and said, "I'll never speak ill of you again! You're still my good master! You came to the capital to take care of me, right? I understand!"

"That's not it."

Old Huang shook his head and said, "I have something I must do, and it just so happens that you're here too."

"What to do?"

"Stealing the sky and changing the sun, framing others, reversing cause and effect, and disrupting the secrets of heaven."

"Isn't this four things?" (End of Chapter)