Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

At this moment, hundreds of miles away from the capital.

Chen Huangpi floated in the sky, while the God of the Weak Water Black River opposite him slowly recounted what he knew.

However, it did not provide detailed information.

There are many things it dares not say, it can only say: I speculate, I doubt, I think.

Not a single sentence was something I witnessed with my own eyes.

Chen Huangpi listened for a long time and only felt more and more overwhelmed.

"You are, after all, the god of the Weak Water Black River, and one of the most powerful and evil beings in the Ten Thousand Mountains."

"In the end, it all comes down to going in circles."

Chen Huangpi glared at the evil creature and said indignantly, "What are you afraid of? I'm right here. I'll stand up for you. Even if you talk until the heavens break, do you think lightning will strike you down?"

"Maybe it really is."

The God of the Weak Water Black River lowered his head, pointed fearfully to the sky, and said, "The changes in heaven and earth have not ended. It is the transitional period between the Azure Heaven Era and the Yellow Heaven Era. I really dare not speak recklessly."

"Pah! You have no backbone!"

The brass oil lamp flew into a rage: "You river god, you're a real scoundrel! How did such an evil creature like you emerge from the Ten Thousand Mountains? This is the outside world, what are you afraid of!"

"Lord Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, are you not afraid?"

The God of the Weak Water Black River hesitated for a moment. It could now see that the reason why this Lord Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp was different from the terrifying and divine figure in its memory was perhaps because its memory had been erased.

Its power was also weakened to the extreme.

But the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp certainly couldn't possibly be unaware of that person.

Unless, there is something truly different about the outside world.

The brass oil lamp saw through seven or eight tenths of the river god's thoughts at a glance, and deliberately said, "The outside world is different from our Ten Thousand Mountains. The abbot can't come out, and there are some things he can't hear."

"That's right, it's normal for Master to be a little hard of hearing as he gets older."

Chen Huangpi added from the side, "Look at me and Huang Er running around outside, causing trouble, and Master doesn't care about us. So you can speak frankly and openly."

"Isn't this right?"

The God of the Weak Water Black River asked in confusion, "When Lord Nine Netherworld Lamp forced me to show myself earlier, didn't he say that the Abbot was watching from outside?"

At this point, the way it looked at Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp became a little strange.

For this one person and one lamp.

It truly has no ill intentions whatsoever.

Even if it weren't in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and even with its unpredictable abilities, it wouldn't necessarily be a one-sided defeat if it were to actually face off against it, yet it didn't entertain any inappropriate thoughts.

But listen to the way this person and his lamp work.

It seems like she has some reservations about herself?

"what do you mean?"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "The Ten Thousand Mountains are our home. You and I are family. Don't you know that I, Chen Huangpi, only bring benefits to my family? You don't think I'm lying to you, do you?"

"Let's forget about it."

The brass oil lamp said somberly, "Evil spirits are hidden behind your belly! You and your family are of one heart, but your family is playing tricks on you."

next to.

Since the appearance of the God of the Weak Water Black River, Du Rugui, who had remained silent, had a very strange look in his eyes.

He figured it out.

The origins of Chenhuangpi are indeed incredibly impressive.

Even the god of the Weak Water Black River treated him with utmost respect.

If it were anyone else, they probably would have been ripped off long ago.

Now, Chen Huangpi has teamed up with this brass oil lamp to fool the god of the Weak Water Black River.

For a moment, Du Rugui had a strange feeling.

The god of the Weak Water Black River was a simple mountain boy who had just come out of the Ten Thousand Mountains. Although he had existed for a long time, he was not very deep in thought.

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp, on the other hand, are ruthless and shameless outsiders who have the god of the Weak Water Black River completely under their thumb.

"Cough cough..."

Du Rugui coughed a few times on purpose: "This River God, let me speak the truth."

The god of the Weak Water Black River immediately looked over.

Its expression was cold and its gaze cruel.

This is a person, a living, breathing person, and it can't trust what a person says.

If this person hadn't been with Chen Huangpi, it would have already gone up and bitten off his head to savor it.

It's worth noting that after it escaped from the Ten Thousand Mountains, it didn't dare to show its face much. Only recently, when it felt safe, has it started to tentatively reappear.

Chen Huangpi glanced at Du Rugui.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately retorted angrily, "Du Rugui, what do you mean by this? Do you think I'm deceiving the River God?"

Du Rugui coldly said, "Chen Huangpi, although I have an agreement with you, I am not your lackey. Who in this capital doesn't know that I, Du Rugui, am someone who hates evil and cannot tolerate any injustice?"

As soon as these words came out.

The God of the Weak Water Black River was somewhat confused.

Judging from Du Rugui's words, Chen Huangpi was indeed planning to deceive him?
Hmm... Du Rugui is a good person.

Then wait until he and Chen Huangpi separate, and when I eat him, I'll make him suffer less.

The brass oil lamp said incredulously, "Old Du, we've treated you well! We didn't lie to the river god; the abbot really couldn't get out of the Ten Thousand Mountains."

Du Rugui said, "I am a fair man. Although I don't know if you are deceiving the river god, there is a fair way to resolve this matter."

The God of the Weak Water Black River said, "Sir, please explain more clearly."

It has already addressed him as "sir".

This is enough to show his inclination.

This caused Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp to change their expressions slightly.

Du Rugui said, "It's simple. They said the abbot can't hear us, so let them say some bad things about him. Although I don't know what kind of being the abbot is, your fear of him must have its own unique reason."

"If you dare not speak, then you are afraid, and you are lying."

“Sir, you’ve hit the nail on the head.”

Upon hearing this, the God of the Weak Water Black River stepped forward with delight, drooling as he greedily swept his gaze over Du Rugui: "If it weren't for the fact that turning you into an evil being would cause you to lose yourself, I would have wanted you to stay with me, sir."

Du Rugui cupped his hands and smiled, "River God, you flatter me. I was merely speaking out for justice."

"Yes, you're very loyal."

After the God of the Weak Water Black River finished speaking, he remained silent, staring intently at Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp.

The meaning is already obvious.

If you don't speak ill of the abbot, then you're lying and deceiving yourselves.

I would never reveal everything I know.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "Humans are humans, and evil spirits are evil spirits. You, the river god, don't trust your own people, but instead trust others. You disappoint me greatly."

After saying that, he said coldly, "But I can tell you, I do treat you as family, and I never intended to lie to you."

"Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to prove myself."

Chen Huangpi looked up at the sky and shouted, "Heaven above, I, Chen Huangpi, swear here that if my master, Chen Shidao, can escape the Ten Thousand Mountains, I will suffer a terrible death!"

The brass oil lamp also said, "The abbot is biased. When he was refining Huang Yi, he used the Ten Directions Shadowless Gold, but when he was refining me, he just mixed some scraps with the copper from the shop's head mountain to get by. I will remember this for the rest of my life!"

"If that's all there is to it, isn't it a bit too much for you to hold such a grudge against the abbot?"

Du Rugui then brought up a new topic.

The brass oil lamp immediately chimed in: "What do you know? The abbot's heart is smaller than my horse's eye. Look at my injuries, they were all inflicted by the abbot!"

"Let me put it this way: if the abbot is here, I'm going to piss on him right here and now!"

"It seems that the abbot is indeed not outside the temple."

Du Rugui turned to the God of the Weak Water Black River and said, "Otherwise, this person and this lamp would never dare to do such a thing."

"Then why did it say earlier that the abbot was watching from outside?"

"Of course I'm lying to you."

The brass oil lamp said lazily, "Otherwise, if you hide in the water and don't come out, we won't be able to do anything to you."

"It turns out it was a misunderstanding."

Du Rugui nodded: "River God, I don't know your relationship, but I also know you are not enemies, otherwise you would fight when you meet. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, let's talk it out."

The God of the Weak Water Black River said with some emotion, "Thanks to you, sir, otherwise I would have really misunderstood the intentions of Chen Huangpi and Lord Nine Netherworld Lamp. They truly treat me as family."

Although this river god is powerful, it is ultimately due to its nature that it regards humans as food and flesh.

It doesn't have much contact with people.

They would just slap him to death if they saw him, so they wouldn't be fooled and wouldn't know the wickedness of people's hearts.

At this moment, Chen Huangpi, a brass oil lamp, and Du Rugui.

Without even a greeting, they seamlessly incorporated it into their narrative.

"I didn't expect that old man Du would be so sensible."

The brass oil lamp thought to itself, "This guy is quite something! He seems unassuming, but I never expected him to be so cunning."

Chen Huangpi said, "We're all family, so there's no such thing as being cunning or not."

Du Rugui smiled but remained silent.

When he was young, he never resorted to any underhanded tricks; he always let his fists do the talking.

As I get older, I don't like fighting and killing anymore.

However, the reason he echoed Chen Huangpi was that he genuinely wanted to know about the Ten Thousand Mountains, the abbot, and all sorts of secrets.

It's not that Du Rugui has become arrogant.

Rather, people are naturally curious.

The bigger the secret, the more we want to find out.

The thrill of peeping and the desire for knowledge made Du Rugui somewhat unable to extricate himself.

He was not afraid of death, nor did he feel that his behavior was offensive.

At most, it's just skirting the edge of legality.

At this moment, the God of the Weak Water Black River also made up his mind and said, "Chen Huangpi, there are some things I still dare not say."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi's hand gripping the Void-Piercing Divine Sword clenched so tightly it cracked.

Buzz! ! ! !

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword sensed Chen Huangpi's anger.

In an instant, streaks of sword energy raged across the sword, as if it would slay the god of the Weak Water Black River in the next second.

The brass oil lamp retorted angrily, "What the hell do you mean? Are you trying to mess with us?"

"No no no."

Seeing this tense scene, the God of the Weak Water Black River quickly explained, "What I mean is, I dare not say, but Chen Huangpi can go and see for himself."

"I understand."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "You mean, you want me to enter your memories, right?"

"exactly."

The God of the Weak Water Black River said, "Although the Abbot is not outside and cannot hear or see me talking to you, I am still afraid deep down. Besides, there are some things that I really can't explain."

So, go see for yourself.

"And I have one more request."

"After this, let's part ways and pretend we never met."

"Okay, I promise you!"

Chen Huangpi waved his hand dismissively: "Come on, I want to see who dares to poison my master in the great river of my Ten Thousand Mountains! My Pure Immortal Temple will never tolerate such a traitor!"

I was disappointed that I didn't hear much useful information from the god of the Weak Water Black River.

But seeing it with my own eyes, it was exactly what I wanted.

Without hesitation, the God of the Weak Water Black River reached out and took out one of the black pills that had replaced his brain matter from his head.

This pill is the Heavenly Poison Pill.

Originally colorless and odorless, the pill changed color after being nurtured by the Weak Water Black River.

Its memories are contained within the Heavenly Poison Pill.

"Take this pill."

The God of the Weak Water Black River said, "I will protect you and allow your mind to peacefully merge into my memories."

Chen Huangpi asked warily, "You're not trying to harm me with this pill, are you?"

The God of the Weak Water Black River said, "I dare not."

Chen Huangpi said, "I don't believe it."

"Then what do you want?"

“You sign with me, no, you practice my Dog-Taming Sutra, so that if I die, you will die too, and only then will I believe you.”

"This……"

The God of the Weak Water Black River had seen Chen Huangpi use the Dog Taming Scripture in his dantian world. He knew it was a very evil technique, and if one practiced it, one would truly lose their freedom.

The brass oil lamp said, "What, do you have something to hide, so you dare not refine it?"

"Don't be afraid, we're all family. At worst, we'll just untie the dog-keeping ritual for you."

"Let me think about it."

The God of the Weak Water Black River looked at Du Rugui: "Sir, you are a good person. I feel that something is wrong. Why has it suddenly become that I have to prove myself? Do you think I should practice?"

Du Rugui smiled and said, "Family should act like family. You misunderstood them before, so it's normal and reasonable that they don't believe you now."

"Have you refined it, sir?"

"I am not their family member, so why should I practice it? If I were, what harm would there be in practicing it?"

“What you say makes sense.”

Without further hesitation, the god of the Weak Water Black River asked Chen Huangpi for the second volume of the Dog-Raising Classic.

Then, it only ran once.

In less than a few breaths, he had mastered the technique.

Then it saw that Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp both breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it with strange eyes.

For some reason, it suddenly had a bad feeling.

This dog-raising ritual will surely help you get rid of it, right?

"Don't worry, it will definitely be resolved."

Chen Huangpi smiled and said, "I always keep my word. Besides, I have a lot of things to do, and having you with me would only restrict my actions."

After saying that, he took the black Heavenly Poison Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Chen Huangpi, how are you feeling?"

"It's quite moist, melts in your mouth, and tastes pretty good, a little sweet."

"It's just a little strange."

"What's weird?"

"It has a strange, harsh throat..."

next second.

Chen Huangpi let out a dry gulp, and black mist gushed out of his mouth.

His entire face turned completely black.

Then, to the incredulous gaze of the brass oil lamp, Chen Huangpi kicked his legs, his eyes widened, and he plummeted straight down from the sky.

Furthermore, it was surrounded by billowing black smoke.

That wasn't the black smoke from his kidney temple, but the poisonous mist from the Heavenly Poison Pill.

Just like when my second master, the old Taoist in white robes, ate the Heavenly Poison Pill and exhaled a blue mist.

"Why is this happening?"

The God of the Weak Water Black River said helplessly, "After eating this Heavenly Poison Pill, he should only sink into my memories and not undergo such a change."

"You do not know?"

The brass oil lamp was furious and roared, "Don't you know you still let Chen Huangpi eat your Heavenly Poison Pill? Let me tell you, if anything happens to him, this lamp will absolutely not let you off!"

As soon as it spoke, it instantly transformed into a golden light and rushed straight towards Chen Huangpi.

However, while it is fast, there are things even faster.

In the blink of an eye, a huge skeletal body appeared out of thin air and held Chen Huangpi in its hands.

"Ghost!"

"The master is alright."

The vengeful spirit calmly said, "You have cultivated the Dog Taming Scripture. If your master dies, you will die too."

The brass oil lamp froze. Although it knew the ghost was right, it couldn't suppress its unease and anxiety.

But at this moment.

Du Rugui suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute, look quickly, what's going on with the red moon in the sky? Why is it becoming bright and dim?"

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp, the ghost of death, and the god of the Weak Water Black River all looked up at the night sky.

The high-hanging red moon had become incredibly hazy, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

Behind the crimson moon, a blazing sun is slowly rising.

Upon seeing this, the brass oil lamp exclaimed in utter astonishment, "The sun and moon are in the same sky, day and night are mixed up, this, this is the anode! How could there be such a coincidence?"

After nine cycles of extreme polarity, the cataclysmic changes in the heavens and earth will come to an end.

Now, this is the third time.

It happened to appear at the same moment that Chen Huangpi took the Heavenly Poison Pill.

……

Black fog filled the sky.

In a daze, Chen Huangpi felt as if his body was melting.

From the skin and flesh to the bones and internal organs, everything disappeared.

Finally, there is his soul.

The black mist seemed to want to absorb everything about him.

Or rather, he wanted to merge into the black mist.

But that's it.

suddenly……

Suddenly, the long-absent golden-black characters, resembling flowers, birds, fish, and insects, reappeared in Chen Huangpi's mind.

These words are alive.

As soon as it appeared, the black mist melted away instantly, like winter snow meeting the blazing sun.

Images and shadows appeared before Chen Huangpi.

Upon closer inspection, he saw the God of the Weak Water Black River and the memory he had witnessed, and he also learned about the God of the Weak Water Black River's various thoughts.

"It's so simple and unpretentious?"

Chen Huangpi said in surprise, "I thought it had bad intentions, but I didn't expect it to be so consistent from beginning to end, saying whatever it said without even trying to lie to me."

For a moment, Chen Huangpi felt ashamed.

Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly.

Chen Huangpi's attention was quickly diverted by the memories of the God of the Weak Water Black River.

"Not this part."

"I want to go back to the memories of the very beginning of the cataclysmic change in the world!"

As soon as Chen Huangpi had a thought, the memories of the God of the Weak Water Black River before he became evil immediately surfaced after the changes in heaven and earth.

Then, he plunged in.

Wow…

As the beams of light shattered, and the black mist completely dissipated, the scene unfolded.

Chen Huangpi suddenly felt that the scene before him had become brighter.

There are birds singing and flowers blooming, and the sky is clear and blue.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the vast Ruoshui River, as large as the sea, appeared in Chen Huangpi's eyes.

He looked out and saw a vast expanse of rippling sea.

The surrounding area was covered with towering trees, but the terrain was not quite the same as he remembered.

"This was at the very beginning of the cataclysmic changes in the world."

Chen Huangpi glanced at the sky and saw the blazing sun. He immediately realized, "Yin and Yang are reversed, day and night are confused. The six days and six nights have ended."

The master brought the Taoists and deities from the Jingxian Temple to the Ten Thousand Mountains to create a god.

That happened several hundred years before the cataclysmic changes in the world.

The changes in heaven and earth began after the confusion of day and night, which lasted for six days and six nights, marking the beginning of the extreme of Yin.

The cathode undergoes six cycles, while the anode undergoes nine.

Outside, the cathode had long since ended.

But in the memory of the God of the Weak Water Black River, Yin Yin had only just begun.

"I wonder how Yi Qingzhou and Xu Qingshan are doing."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "I suppose they should all have become evil beings by now. At this time, I should not have been born yet, and should still be in the shape of an egg."

As he spoke, Chen Huangpi walked to the edge of the Weak Water River.

At this time, the Weak Water River had not yet been poisoned by the Taoist priest wearing the golden mask, so the water was crystal clear, and one could even see fish swimming in it. "Huh? How come I'm on the river?"

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened as he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

He was clearly only in the memories of the Weak Water Black River.

But now, his face is reflected on the water.

But upon closer inspection, it seems a little different.

Chen Huangpi, standing on the water's surface, had a stern face with a golden-black line between his brows resembling a closed vertical eye. His jet-black hair cascaded down his back, and he wore a black Taoist robe.

This is very similar to his true nature.

But it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray fog, giving it a strange feeling of being both cold and terrifying, yet also mixed with divinity, at first glance.

"These are my Six Yin Gods!"

Chen Huangpi suddenly realized: "I didn't expect that in this memory, I wasn't simply pulled in by my mind, but rather entered in the state of the Six Yin Gods."

Chen Huangpi, the Six Yin God, had actually already mastered the art.

When he first went to the Yellow Springs and the Underworld, he ate the Resurrection Jade as food, and the six Yin Gods were so full that they felt bloated.

Therefore, the white-robed old Taoist, who is also the second master, said that Chen Huangpi's yin and yang were out of balance and that he needed to first release the six yin spirits before performing the Five Organs Refining Spirit Method.

The Six Yin Gods haven't appeared yet, but Chen Huangpi has used them ahead of time in such a strange way.

This feeling struck him as very strange.

Chen Huangpi pointed his sword and a gray sword aura instantly emerged from his fingertips. This sword aura had no substance; it was like a shadow, merely a sword stroke that swept across the surrounding trees.

Those trees instantly lost their vitality.

It was as if a lifetime had ended in the blink of an eye.

Chen Huangpi said in surprise, "Second Master said that the Six Yin Yin is immortal and the Six Yang Yang is immortal, but the power of my Six Yin God only has the will to die? There is no feeling of immortality."

"Does that mean that once you're dead, you can't die again?"

He considered trying to cut himself with the sword, but after thinking it over, he felt it was inappropriate.

What if he really died?

Killing oneself sounds weird.

Moreover, when I went into the memories of the Fox Mountain God before, I did hurt myself, and the evil Taoist took a drop of my blood.

With this in mind, Chen Huangpi abandoned the idea of ​​using himself as a test subject.

"I don't know when that Taoist priest will appear. I don't want to just wait here."

Chen Huangpi touched his chest.

He arrived in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, in the memory of the Weak Water River God, at the beginning of the changes in heaven and earth, using the method of the Six Yin Gods.

For some reason, he felt a strange, inexplicable flutter in his heart.

The Weak Water River is the largest river in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Chen Huangpi actually didn't know where its boundaries were or how wide the river was.

All he knew was that all the rivers in the Ten Thousand Mountains were actually tributaries of this river.

Only this main vein is poisonous; anyone who enters it will die.

The other rivers, on the other hand, are quite normal.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are home to disabled people, as well as birds and beasts.

These creatures all need to drink water.

It seems that Master's kindness extends not only to himself but also to these living beings.

In other words, the memories of the Weak Water River God actually encompass many places in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Wherever water flows through the Ten Thousand Mountains, the information that has existed since ancient times will be imprinted deep within its soul.

"I need to go back to Jingxian Temple!"

Chen Huangpi said, "Perhaps I can still see my master when he is awake! And Huang Er, if I'm lucky and the old temple hasn't reappeared, then I can still see my master's treasures!"

The more he talked, the more he couldn't contain his emotions.

"go!"

Chen Huangpi looked in the direction of Yuqiong Mountain and Jingxian Temple.

He transformed into a streak of gray light and flew away at an incredibly terrifying speed.

He would never forget the direction of home.

In the Six Yin Gods state, his speed is even faster than the extreme.

In the blink of an eye, it swept across the mountains and rivers.

"The Ten Thousand Mountains are so beautiful and magnificent."

"How come I never noticed this before?"

This time, he returned to the Ten Thousand Mountains more than 10,000 years ago in a different way. Although it was a return to familiar places, everything Chen Huangpi saw was new.

"The Tomb of the Gods has not yet appeared."

Chen Huangpi flew to a huge open space.

This place is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with a low-lying valley in the middle, which is even covered with unknown fruit trees.

But he remembers it very clearly.

This is the original location of the Burial God Tomb.

"So who exactly built the Burial Mound of Gods?"

Chen Huangpi landed here, and he reached out to pick a fruit from the tree. This memory was different from the memory of the Fox Mountain God, or perhaps it was because of the Six Yin Gods, that he could not just watch helplessly.

He can do many things.

"Pah, what a disgusting fruit."

Chen Huangpi disgustedly threw the fruit on the ground. Fortunately, more than 10,000 years later, these strange fruit trees were no longer there. Otherwise, if word got out that the fruit tasted so bad, people would think that his Hundred Thousand Mountains were a barren land.

"Wait a moment."

Chen Huangpi suddenly thought of something: "If the Burial God Tomb had not appeared by now, it means that the three thousand immortals, including Yi Qingzhou, were not actually buried in the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"The old temple no longer has that great formation that draws upon the deathly aura of the heavens."

"What is the current status of those nine treasures, and Yi Qingzhou and the others?"

"And Master, has he not yet begun to attain enlightenment?"

We arrived at the Burial God's Tomb.

Actually, it's not too far from home.

Chen Huangpi knew that the time in his memory was actually the least valuable thing.

Even if it stays for hundreds of years, it might only be a fleeting moment in the outside world.

He began searching for familiar figures from his memories.

For example, stealing eyes.

However, the Eye of Calamity had not yet been born at this time.

He then wanted to search for the marketplace of the evil spirits.

He remembered that it was a mountain stream, and it looked like it had been formed by a sword thrust.

He used to think it was his master's sword, something Dongzhen had made, but the brass oil lamp told him it wasn't.

He continued searching, but was disappointed to find that he could not find anything he had known since he could remember.

Not even a single evil spirit was seen.

"Was the Ten Thousand Mountains like this when the cataclysmic changes in the world first began?"

Chen Huangpi asked, "At what point in time did the River God record this memory?"

He suddenly regretted it.

Master is right, I am indeed an impatient person.

Perhaps we shouldn't have jumped straight to such a distant point in time, but instead started from the future and gradually moved forward.

But now that things have come to this, he can no longer escape this memory and can only go with the flow.

And just then.

Chen Huangpi suddenly frowned.

He sensed an eerie atmosphere.

That aura was extremely powerful and terrifying.

Moreover, it was filled with a feeling that he found extremely repulsive.

At this very moment, a hundred miles away.

A body dressed in a black monk's robe, with bare chest and exposed breasts, but without a head, was fleeing north at an extremely fast speed.

This is a Buddha statue.

An extremely powerful Buddha.

But its head was cut off, and it is now dead.

And there are signs that it will turn into something evil.

At the severed points of its neck and head, white light swirled around them. The light was extremely sharp, formed from pure, unadulterated sword energy, and even with its own power, it could not heal them.

"Namo Amitabha..."

As this Buddha made his gestures, two illusory Buddha figures appeared beside him, chanting Buddhist mantras in an attempt to slow down his transformation into something evil.

But there was no Buddha character on it.

Because it is no longer a Buddha, its relics and its attainment of Buddhahood have all remained in that place.

That sword has been with that person for far too long.

As a result, its killing intent and power were far greater than before. That person didn't even have to make a real move; with just a slash of the sword, the Buddha's head was severed off.

Sudden.

The Buddha statue stopped in its tracks.

Because not far away, a boy who seemed like a god blocked its way.

The young man had a cold and aloof expression; just by standing there, he seemed to be one with the world.

Furthermore, its aura also possesses an indescribable sense of dread.

It's as if this young man represents the yin within the yin and yang.

"The body of an evil Buddha."

Looking at this evil Buddha, Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "Huang Er once said it was comparable to an immortal, but now it seems that Huang Er really underestimated it."

The heretical Buddha is actually the Buddha of this world.

The present life is paramount, while the past and future are secondary.

The union of the three Buddhas is a Buddha who is close to the Tao.

The brass oil lamp was forged in the Ten Thousand Mountains. The Taoist priests it saw were all immortals, and the gods it saw were all true gods, not man-made second-generation gods.

In its concept, all those below the master are immortals.

Moreover, the abbot only used one sword strike back then, so naturally he couldn't see through the evil Buddha's true nature.

"Are you trying to stop this poor monk, benefactor?"

To the left and right of this evil Buddha, there are the phantom images of past Buddhas and future Buddhas speaking.

The sound that came out was a soft, Buddhist chant.

The Buddhist chants are filled with the will to guide and convert people to Buddhism.

In the past, Chen Huangpi would have been completely influenced by the Buddhist chants.

He might be converted on the spot.

But now he is in the state of the Six Yin Gods, not only has his entire demeanor changed drastically, but he is also completely immune to this strange power.

Chen Huangpi shook his head: "I don't mean to stop you, I just want to know where you come from and where you are going?"

The evil Buddha's body saw that Chen Huangpi was unaffected.

Suddenly, he had no desire to antagonize them.

It couldn't discern Chen Huangpi's true nature, only sensing an inexplicable and eccentric quality about him.

It was as if the other person and the 100,000 mountains were one.

But then it felt a little off; it was more like the mountains were revolving around him.

“This humble monk comes from Wanfo Mountain and is heading north.”

The evil Buddha's body clasped its hands together, no longer emitting that eerie Buddhist chant, and said in a normal tone, "Where do you come from, benefactor, and where are you going?"

Chen Huangpi said, "I came from the south and bumped into you by accident, but I haven't decided where I'm going yet."

In fact, he wasn't telling the truth.

The evil Buddha's body saw through it, but it had no intention of revealing it.

He then stepped aside and extended his hand, saying, "Jade Mountain and Pure Immortal Temple are good places. I suppose you have come here for that thing. I was greedy and wanted to convert it, but I ended up like this. If you are willing, then go ahead."

Chen Huangpi remained noncommittal, not responding to the question, and instead asked the wicked Buddha, "What's to the north? Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain?"

The Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions are clearly located in the west.

This evil Buddha is dishonest and doesn't tell the truth.

There is a road to the north.

“That road leads to many places. This humble monk will use this road to find a precious place where I can sleep peacefully.”

Having said that, the evil Buddha ignored Chen Huangpi and continued walking north.

It simply had no intention of antagonizing this god-like youth.

This does not mean that it is afraid of or fears Chenhuangpi.

Even if it has been stripped of its status and relics, it is still a Buddha.

Chen Huangpi did not stop him, but silently watched the back of the headless evil Buddha.

"It couldn't even tell who I was."

"It's a pity I can't beat it, otherwise I would definitely teach it a lesson."

Chen Huangpi hated this evil Buddha.

Because he knew all too well that this evil Buddha had come to the Ten Thousand Mountains to convert him.

The evil Buddha is shameless and asks his master for his own sake.

The master ignored it, so it chanted scriptures outside the mountain gate, which angered the master, who then drew his sword, chopped off its head, and hung it on the mountain gate.

"Never mind, it's just a memory after all."

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "Let it go for now. If I have the chance in the future, I'll kill my way to its Wanfo Mountain and kick down its Buddha statue!"

The appearance of the evil Buddha had little effect on him.

He also doesn't pay attention to Buddhist matters.

However, Chen Huangpi also knew roughly what the situation was like now.

The Taoist priests should still be around.

Dongzhen was there, and so was the master.

I just don't know if I'll be included.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi took a step forward, and his figure disappeared instantly.

And not long after he left.

But then that evil Buddha suddenly appeared again.

"This humble monk sensed a trace of Buddhist aura in this young man."

"But that hint of Buddhist intent seems to originate from the same source as this humble monk's."

"Could it be that this young man and I are destined to meet?"

The evil Buddha was somewhat unpredictable, so he stretched out his thick palm, and a round light appeared on his palm, rippling like the surface of water.

This is the Buddha's halo technique.

It can reflect the past, present, and future.

The evil Buddha is the Buddha of this world, and naturally reflects the present. It wants to see the truth about Chen Huangpi.

To its great surprise, Chen Huangpi was nowhere to be seen within the circular light technique, as if he didn't exist at all.

Not only that.

Beside it, the two past and future Buddha phantoms also cast a halo spell.

Then, something strange happened.

This boy exists neither in the past nor in the future.

"Approaching the Dao?"

The evil Buddha shuddered and immediately headed north without looking back.

It was a mixture of fear and disbelief.

The past, future, and present are all unseen; this clearly transcends the river of time, almost reaching the Tao.

There are only a handful of beings in this world who are almost like the Dao.

When did another one appear?

the other side.

At this moment, Chen Huangpi also saw the misty Yuqiong Mountain in the distance.

The mountain peaks soar into the clouds.

The mountain is covered with green peaks, and waterfalls flow down, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland.

On this mountain, there is also a huge Taoist temple.

Side halls, chapels, alchemy rooms, and scripture pavilions are situated on the mountain. Under the blazing sun, the entire Jingxian Temple is bathed in golden light.

Chen Huangpi landed at the foot of the mountain.

He hasn't been home to visit in a long time.

He misses his master very much, and also cherishes the memories of every blade of grass and every tree he experienced in his childhood.

Chen Huangpi climbed the steps and looked up when he reached the mountain gate.

The massive mountain gate is inscribed with three large characters: Jingxian Temple.

The stone pillar on the left side of the mountain gate is as smooth as jade.

Chen Huangpi remembers that when he was a child, he was playing in the mud under the mountain gate on a rainy day. He accidentally bumped his head and got angry, so he picked up a stone and smashed a small hole in the stone pillar.

He reached out and pressed his hand on the stone pillar.

Sensing the true nature of the stone pillar, Chen Huangpi's face turned extremely disappointed.

At this time, everything in Jingxian Temple was just as the brass oil lamp had told him: it was all extraordinary natural treasures, and some of them were made from spiritual materials brought from the Great Qian Dynasty.

Even a brick placed outside is a rare treasure.

This stone pillar contains spiritual energy, an extremely rich spiritual energy.

"It's a real pity that all this spiritual energy will disappear as the world begins to change."

"Yes, spiritual energy will disappear."

"This is the revenge of heaven and earth. There will be no more spiritual energy in the next era. Perhaps a new path will emerge then."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi raised his head.

He saw a Buddha head hanging on the mountain gate.

His eyes were narrow and long, as if carved by a knife, his face was compassionate, and there were many fleshy growths on his head.

It was as if they had seen through Chen Huangpi's thoughts.

The Buddha head said, "This is not a tumor, but a fleshy protuberance. In the 108,000 eons I have experienced, 108,000 thoughts have transformed into fleshy protuberances."

"I want you to take care of it?"

Chen Huangpi scoffed: "I can yell whatever I want. You bald donkey, your head has been chopped off, and you still have the mind to bark like a dog. Wait until you transform into an evil being, then let's see if you can still bark."

Upon hearing this, Buddha Head glared angrily at Chen Huangpi.

It is not that monk.

Rather, it is the Buddha, the other's relics, the other's attainment of Buddhahood.

It's not just a brain.

"If you utter such wild words, you will be condemned to the eighteenth hell forever."

"Fine, once my underworld is fully developed, I'll send you straight to the eighteenth level of hell. You still want to become a Buddha? Let me tell you, as long as hell is not empty, you will never become a Buddha."

Chen Huangpi chuckled and strode through the mountain gate.

He loathed the Buddha head and knew its fate, so he naturally didn't bother to waste words with it.

But at this moment.

Enormous, god-like and demon-like figures appeared in the sky above the mountain gate.

These are the very deities enshrined in the main hall of Jingxian Temple!

"He who comes is stopped!"

"This is a sacred site of Jingxian Temple. Without the abbot's verbal order, unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter!"

"what are you saying?"

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened: "Unauthorized personnel? I need an imperial edict to go back to my own home?"

The gods looked coldly at Chen Huangpi.

One of the gods, a burly figure with a huge vertical eye in each palm, spoke up: "Who are you? How did this Pure Immortal Temple become your home? If you can't give a clear answer, today I will shatter your soul and obliterate your physical body."

Chen Huangpi chuckled and said, "You ask who I am? Fine, then listen carefully."

He cleared his throat and was about to reveal his series of identities. Now that he had become the leader of the Worshiping Spirit Heaven, he needed to organize the order of his titles.

But he hadn't said a word yet.

A cold voice rang out.

"By the abbot's decree, all guests who come today may enter the temple!" (End of Chapter)