Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Sunset West Mountain.

Chen Huangpi walked out of Huangni Alley.

Under the colorful sunset, he twisted his neck, making a crisp cracking sound.

I must say, the feeling after the bone realignment was really good.

At least I don't have to tilt my head to look at people anymore.

"No wonder that scallion man can grow it."

Chen Huangpi sighed, "So they originally grew from the Yin soil of the Yellow Springs. In a way, they can be considered creatures of the underworld."

The Onion People are indeed quite shady.

At least that's how they talk.

As for what Old Man Huang is actually going to do in the capital.

Chen Huangpi asked for a long time, and when he was free, he was very attentive, massaging his legs and shoulders.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get a clear answer.

"It must be something bad."

Chen Huangpi looked at the brass oil lamp at his waist and asked, "Huang Er, Fourth Master still treats me like a child, even though I'm already fourteen or fifteen years old. I'm clearly bad enough, but it doesn't take me into account. It's even worse than me."

"That's right, how many years have you lived?"

The brass oil lamp chuckled and said, "Even if you start to turn bad now, you still can't compare to the abbot. What's that old saying again? It's not that old people turn bad, it's that bad people get old."

"Just think how wicked the abbot must be!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi pondered deeply.

But he really couldn't imagine how bad his master could be.

However, his mind is restless.

Now that my frustration has subsided, I'm no longer dwelling on it.

Anyway, Chen Huangpi has surpassed his teacher.

They'll definitely be worse than their master in the future.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi couldn't help but let out a simple laugh.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

He smiled.

Even the brass oil lamp laughed.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Huang Er, your smile is awful. Besides, I got beaten up this time and didn't get any benefits. Are you mocking me?"

The brass oil lamp said, "Family member, what are you saying? When you were being beaten, didn't my heart ache?"

"We are brothers."

"Brothers are of one heart; if you are hurt, it hurts me."

"Besides, who said we didn't get any benefits? Look at this."

As they were talking, the brass oil lamp produced something as if it were a treasure.

Chen Huangpi took a closer look and was stunned for a moment.

Because it was an oil lamp.

"This is... Huang Yi's fake body?"

When did you steal it?

"What does it mean to steal?"

The brass oil lamp looked around and whispered, "Huang Yi and I are brothers who came out of the same furnace one after the other. For example, if I were to suffer that day, would you have the heart to watch?"

"will not."

Without a second thought, Chen Huangpi said, "I will definitely find a way to rescue you from this misery."

"That's it."

The brass oil lamp said smugly, "Besides, we've already come all this way, how can we leave empty-handed? If we ever run into trouble in the future, just wait and see how I make Huang Yi suffer!"

"But this is its disguise."

"A false body is still a body!"

As he spoke, the brass oil lamp addressed the dummy figure of the golden-topped sky lamp, saying, "Huang Yi, don't you think so?"

The words fell to the ground.

The fake golden lantern immediately opened its mouth and made a clanging sound.

"Yes, I am Huang Yi."

"Huang Er is my elder brother. He has boundless potential. I admire and respect him from the bottom of my heart, and I will follow his lead from now on!"

Looking at this strange scene.

Hearing those familiar words.

Chen Huangpi was momentarily speechless.

Huang Er is truly shameless. I don't know what methods he used, but he stole Huang Yi's fake body and even manipulated him to say such shameless things.

I wonder if Huang Yi will be so angry that he'll beat Huang Er up when he sees Huang Yi in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Moreover, even if they wanted to outdo Huang Yiyi.

We should also rely on our own efforts honestly and openly.

Such behavior is shameful enough to be told to others.

"I can't do anything with you, whatever makes you happy."

Chen Huangpi shook his head helplessly. Huang Er was already so pathetic, there was nothing he could say.

Anyway, this is just a fake.

Just consider it as finding a toy for Huang Er.

"I'm going to prepare to go find the Land of Yin."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "With the emergence of the Six Yin Gods, I will become even stronger. Perhaps at that time, I can try to go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

The brass oil lamp said, "Are you leaving already?"

"That old bastard Du Rugui, isn't he waiting for things to be settled in the capital? Without him to help you calculate the secrets of heaven, where are you going to find the Yin Yin place?"

"And what about Wang Mingdao and his son? Aren't you going to care about them either?"

"If they target the powerful families, I reckon their fate won't be good."

"It's two different things."

Chen Huangpi held up two fingers and said, "I will do ideological work on Du Rugui. Besides, we already know what the Emperor of Dakang is going to do. He just wants to become a god."

"Once we explain it to him, he'll understand and come with us."

"As for Wang Mingdao and his son..."

At this point, Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "They are both very good to me and they treat me well. Moreover, I can't ignore them, but I can't completely take care of them either."

The saying goes, "A grain of rice is appreciated, but a bushel of rice breeds resentment."

You help me, I help you, that's how you give and take.

Chen Huangpi agrees with this principle.

But he can't do something like being a nanny, taking care of everything from start to finish.

To reiterate, Chen Huangpi has no concept of good or evil, right or wrong.

He only sees the purest right and wrong.

He believes it's the right thing to do, so he will do it.

If something feels wrong, even if someone dies in front of him, he won't be moved; he might even think the death wasn't gruesome enough, not spectacular enough. "Let's go see my nephew first!"

……

Meanwhile, in the government offices of the capital city.

Wang Mingdao, dressed in a bright red official robe and wearing a hat with a peacock feather, was currently reviewing the case files.

Although he was stationed at the government office.

But in reality, it's not much better than going to jail.

The methods Wang Mingdao used in Xuzhou City were completely ineffective in the capital.

It can be said that it is constrained at every turn.

"They're all parasites."

Wang Mingdao glanced coldly at the officials around him, and sneered inwardly, "If I had killed them all, why would I be in such a difficult position?"

He truly loathed the officialdom of the Kangxi government.

On the contrary, I felt extremely comfortable when I was in Xuzhou City.

Throughout the entire city of Xuzhou, from top to bottom, all the gods, big and small, perished, and all the cultivators, officials, and nobles were wiped out.

What was left for him was like a blank sheet of paper.

Whenever Wang Mingdao did something decent, the people would applaud and cheer.

Although it was mentally and physically demanding, he was drawn to the scene of everything being rebuilt and flourishing.

In contrast, look at the capital city.

Since entering the government office, I haven't been able to do anything.

Even cases, big and small, were brushed aside by his colleagues with all sorts of excuses.

It didn't even pass through his hands.

Wang Mingdao had also considered intervening directly.

But they encountered one setback after another.

The people who came to complain to the official actually named names to prevent him, the official in charge, from hearing their cases, and even when he did hear them, they were uncooperative in various ways.

From that moment on.

Wang Mingdao then understood.

These common people were actually from prominent families.

They were sent here specifically to deal with me.

Wang Mingdao had unspeakable suffering, and he also felt somewhat relieved about his father Wang Taiyu's actions.

"It's really too difficult to get things done in this capital city."

Wang Mingdao thought to himself, "No wonder my father was willing to be that dog emperor's lackey. Without anyone above him, all his passion could only be wasted."

And just then.

A drumbeat sounded.

Wang Mingdao frowned. The so-called "beating the drum to appeal for justice" meant that someone had come to report to the authorities.

However, this is not the first time this has happened.

Whether it's a genuine case of injustice with nowhere to seek redress, or the machinations of powerful families behind the scenes, remains to be seen.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang."

"What's the matter?"

"Someone is beating the drum to appeal for justice, what are you still doing here looking at files? Go and do something about it!"

A minor official said anxiously, "You are the head of one of the eight major government offices in the capital. You are the parent official of the people in this area. Under heaven, what parent would watch their child suffer injustice!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mingdao's heart skipped a beat.

Yes, he is a local official.

Seeking justice for the people is also part of his duty.

But it wasn't like this a while ago.

"It's for me."

Wang Mingdao thought to himself, "But now that I'm in charge of the government office, if I ignore it, it will play right into their hands. I'll be stuck in two places at once."

If we ignore it, someone will immediately label us.

It could even escalate to the imperial court, at which point his father would also be implicated.

So let's not even talk about taking action against the powerful families.

Now that things have come to this, he can only play it by ear.

"go!"

Wang Mingdao said in a deep voice, "I want to see what kind of monster dares to poison the people in broad daylight right under the emperor's nose!"

We walked to the main hall of the government office.

Wang Mingdao then saw two rows of guards standing on each side.

These guards were all at the Nascent Soul stage.

The ingredients were complex, and he couldn't trust any of them.

Looking down at the audience, an old farmer dressed in coarse linen clothes was kneeling on the ground, trembling.

Beside the old farmer stood a middle-aged man in fine clothes, with a large belly, who was clearly wealthy and powerful.

Further back were the mixed crowd who had come to listen to the trial.

"This humble subject greets Lord Wang."

"Xie Bicai greets Lord Wang."

One of the two knelt down and kowtowed, while the other bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

They are from completely different worlds.

Wang Mingdao glanced at the scene, nodded indifferently, and after sitting down, he suddenly sprang up, picked up the gavel and slammed it down!
Snap!
Wang Mingdao said coldly, "What grievance do you have? Propose it immediately!"

The old farmer was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot, and he couldn't speak clearly or stammer out a single word.

On the contrary, Xie Bicai smiled and said, "Lord Wang, you may not know this, but I am a merchant who deals in government salt. I own the Xie Family Saltworks, and this man is a salt worker of the Xie family. Today, he is the plaintiff, and I am the defendant."

Wang Mingdao nodded: "What is it you wish to report?"

He did know about Xie's Saltworks.

The capital city has a large population, and apart from cultivators, ordinary people all need to eat salt.

Therefore, this is a big deal.

The Xie family is a family that is neither too big nor too small.

"He sued me and his old mother."

"..."

Wang Mingdao fell silent.

He looked at the salt worker, who looked to be in his sixties, and his mother, even if she was young, was at least seventy or eighty.

This case is a bit tricky.

For a moment, he felt at a loss for what to do.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out.

"Wang Mingdao, are you sure you can handle this? You can't even solve such a simple case. If you can't, let me do it."

As soon as the words were spoken, a young Taoist priest, dressed in a tattered robe, with his hair casually disheveled and a brass oil lamp hanging from his waist, appeared out of thin air in the main hall of the government office. (End of this chapter)