Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

When that cold voice fell.

The three thousand righteous gods of Jingxian Temple were all stunned for a moment.

Especially the God of Wide Vision.

It glanced at the seemingly divine youth with a strange look.

All visitors are welcome to enter and view the exhibits today.

Then why was it that when it was the Buddha statue, its head was cut off and hung on the mountain gate?

It was just a matter of one step at a time, but the treatment they received was worlds apart.

"Hmph, did you hear me!"

Chen Huangpi raised his head high, put his hands behind his back, and said arrogantly, "I told you long ago that this is my home, and I am not some nobody, but you wouldn't listen."

"Didn't you want an oral decree?"

"Now that the imperial decree has arrived, can I go in?"

His posture was truly bizarre.

He was currently in the Six Yin God state, extremely cold and aloof. Even his skin, hair, and the Taoist robe he wore were incredibly divine, giving anyone who saw him a sense of perfection.

However, Chen Huangpi's tone of voice was extremely incongruous with his appearance.

But this incongruity, when applied to him, seems perfectly natural.

The gods slowly parted to make way.

Upon seeing this, Chen Huangpi immediately swaggered inside.

He entered the Jingxian Temple.

The gods exchanged glances.

"Don't you guys think this young man looks a bit like the abbot?"

These words were spoken by the God of Wide Vision, and for some reason, it gave him a strange feeling.

That's the boy.

Like the offspring of the abbot.

A righteous deity saw through its thoughts and shook his head slightly, saying, "Broad-eyed, the abbot has no children; you must be mistaken."

"Perhaps they came from the Great Qian Dynasty."

"That's true."

The God of Wide Vision said no more after that.

It was a spontaneous statement; if it were to continue, it would be considered unauthorized commentary.

……

Inside the Jingxian Temple.

Chen Huangpi was looking around.

Although this wasn't the first time he had seen the former Jingxian Temple in other people's memories.

But it wasn't as rampant as it was this time.

From the very beginning, it was as if I had truly returned to the past and was walking through the Jingxian Temple from an independent perspective.

"My Jingxian Temple looks magnificent at this time."

When Chen Huangpi was a child, the Jingxian Temple was really small during the day.

Upon entering the temple gate, you'll find a flat area paved with bluestone slabs. Turning left, you'll find some guest rooms, while turning right leads to a high platform. On the platform are the main hall, kitchen, alchemy room, and several side halls of the Jingxian Temple, arranged in a row on either side.

But now it's different.

When he entered, all he saw was an atmosphere of celestial beings.

We walked up to a towering tree.

Chen Huangpi looked up, but couldn't see the end of the tree at all. It was impossible to see the tree from the outside, but from the inside, it really looked like the legendary Jianmu tree that reached the sky.

"You are taller than the magic tree."

Chen Huangpi was both delighted and frustrated.

Because such a precious tree only exists in past memories.

In reality, his Jingxian Temple was in a dilapidated state.

Moreover, next to this tree is a lotus pond built in the shape of Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams, with a well in the pond, from which clear well water gushes out at any time.

Chen Huangpi paused for a moment: "Locked Dragon Well!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

The well water in the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Pool suddenly stopped for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a sound that resembled the cry of a deer or the roar of a tiger rang in Chen Huangpi's ears.

"Do you know my name?"

This Locked Dragon Well is one of the most prized treasures of Jingxian Temple.

Chen Huangpi had personally witnessed its disguise and almost pulled out a wicked dragon, so how could he not recognize it?

However, it's hard to explain why this was said.

Chen Huangpi then said, "I've heard people mention it before, that's how I found out."

The voice exclaimed in surprise, "I was created by the Abbot and was born on Jade Mountain. Even the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty they speak of does not know of my existence. Could it be that the Daoists told you this?"

For him, dried tangerine peel was completely unfamiliar.

To know one's name on the first meeting must have been told to him by the Taoists.

Because there are no other living beings in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

This is the place where the sun sets latest and the moon rises earliest.

Or rather, this is where the rules of heaven and earth converge.

Ordinary creatures cannot survive.

Everyone who comes here is an outsider.

Chen Huangpi didn't know how to answer, so he said, "I know, that's all. Nobody told me. I not only know you, but I also know Jiulizhong, Dongzhen, and many other things."

"Interesting, interesting."

Suolongjing found the boy very interesting.

Because the Taoist priests of Jingxian Temple rarely interact with these precious treasures in this way.

The wording and sentences used were very respectful.

But Chenhuangpi is different.

Although it was hard to pinpoint exactly what was different about the Lock Dragon Well, it just felt very novel.

At this moment, the enormous tree's branches trembled, and one branch, like a winding giant python, drooped down in front of Chen Huangpi.

"Since you know about them, do you know my name?"

"You, I really didn't know that."

Chen Huangpi shook his head; he wasn't surprised by the divine tree.

Because this is his home.

He believed that nothing here would harm him.

The tree looked somewhat disappointed.

The Lock Dragon Well gushed forth clear, sweet water, and laughter echoed all around.

"Jianmu, Jianmu, he knows us but not you. It seems your fame is not as great as mine!"

"Ah! It's actually the Jianmu tree!"

Chen Huangpi said in surprise, "I'm sorry, I haven't seen you before, but now I know."

He greeted the Jianmu tree.

"Jianmu, why are you in Jingxian Temple?"

Chen Huangpi had never seen the Jianmu tree in Jingxian Temple.

Even the old temple doesn't have it.

The brass oil lamp was never mentioned.

But Jianmu didn't speak, and Chen Huangpi didn't recognize it, which made it feel very disappointed.

"Why is the Locked Dragon Well ignoring me?"

"Because it's angry."

The Dragon-Locking Well laughed and said, "The abbot said it's a silent gourd, but you don't need to worry about it. It'll be fine once its anger dissipates. It'll only be a few hundred years, and it will pass quickly."

Chen Huangpi exclaimed in surprise, "It takes hundreds of years to calm down? It's a Jianmu tree, a towering Jianmu tree, and it's so petty?"

"you are wrong."

Lock Dragon Well replied, "It is a sapling of the Heavenly Tree, so it is simply the Tree."

"Where is the real Jianmu tree that reaches the heavens?"

“It’s real.”

Suolongjing thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have heard Yi Qingzhou and Xu Qingshan mention that the real Tongtian Jianmu is in the Three Peaks Mountain, connecting the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the Immortal Realm. Yes, it's in the Three Peaks Mountain..."

Yi Qingzhou, Xu Qingshan.

Chen Huangpi heard a familiar name again.

At this moment, Suolongjing seemed to have thought of something and asked with some anticipation, "You look unfamiliar, you must be from outside. Have you been to Sanchong Mountain?"

"No."

"Okay, that's a shame."

The Dragon Locking Well sighed regretfully, and the gushing water stopped flowing, no longer as lively as before.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi couldn't help but ask, "You seem very disappointed."

The Dragon Lock Well said, "Since I was refined, I have been in this Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Pool. Because the abbot does not allow me to move around, I really want to go out and have some fun, like the Nine Separation Bell, Dongzhen, and the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp."

As it spoke, its tone revealed an indescribable envy.

Chen Huangpi was somewhat surprised.

In fact, apart from the brass oil lamp, Chen Huangpi used to regard these precious treasures as belonging to the Jingxian Temple.

Firstly, we really haven't spent much time together since childhood.

Secondly, he did not expect that these precious treasures actually had their own emotions and consciousness.

It's not a cold, impersonal baby.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi felt a little sorry for him and said with some sympathy, "You will definitely have the opportunity to go out and see the world in the future. The scenery outside is very beautiful. Although I think it is not as good as the Ten Thousand Mountains, it is indeed very wonderful."

"No, I will not leave here."

Suolongjing smiled and said, "This is my duty. Even if I had the chance, I would never leave Jingxian Temple, because this is where I was born."

"But if you ever go to Mount Mie, you can tell me what it's like there."

"Oh right, there's also the 'silent gourd.' I've seen gourds before, but I've never seen a 'silent gourd.'"

"Besides these two, there's nothing else I'd like to see for the time being."

"Okay, I promise you."

Chen Huangpi nodded and said, "If I go to the Three Mountains in the future and have the chance to meet you again, I will definitely tell you about the scenery there."

"Thank you, what's your name?"

"My name is Chen Huangpi."

"Chen Huangpi, what an awful name."

Suolongjing asked curiously, "But you also have the surname Chen, so are you also from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

"That's it."

Chen Huangpi didn't care that Suolongjing said his name sounded bad.

Come to think of it, he did indeed come from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

He was born stillborn; the resources of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty were almost depleted before he could be born.

In fact, the Great Qian Dynasty was also his home.

At that time, he was too young to remember anything and had no concept of it at all.

"So that's it."

Suolongjing suddenly realized what was going on and couldn't help but feel a bit more favorably toward Chen Huangpi.

At the same time, it also developed some curiosity about the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Chen Huangpi saw through its thoughts and was about to say that he would also go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty in the future, but the Dragon Locking Well interrupted him.

He urged, "Chen Huangpi, you should go to the main hall now."

"Okay, I almost forgot about the important matter."

Chen Huangpi slapped his forehead, only then remembering that he had come back to see his master.

As a result, once inside the Jingxian Temple, he was overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds before him.

"Also, it's getting dark. If you're not leaving tonight, don't go out at night, or something very bad will happen."

After saying this, Suolongjing fell silent, just like the Jianmu tree.

As Chen Huangpi walked towards the main hall, he pondered the meaning behind the words of the Dragon Locking Well.

"really weird."

"It sounds like it's saying my lines."

Chen Huangpi was a little confused.

These kinds of words are usually used by him to instruct outsiders when they come to Jingxian Temple.

Because at night, Jingxian Temple transforms into Zhenxian Temple.

The areas that were once part of Jingxian Temple will also appear after nightfall.

That is, the old view.

But this is only the beginning of the great changes in the world.

Could Jingxian Temple be haunted after nightfall?
Chen Huangpi has only seen one evil Buddha that is about to transform into a malevolent being so far; the other malevolent beings probably haven't been born yet.

Soon, Chen Huangpi arrived at the entrance of the main hall.

The gate was tightly shut, and there was not a sound behind it.

"Master, I'm coming in!"

Chen Huangpi pushed open the door, and the scene inside the hall was very similar to his memory, but there were also differences.

On the altars to the left and right are statues of the gods.

The wall in the very center was plastered with yellow mud.

There were no portraits of the master hanging on the wall.

There was a futon on the main seat at the foot of the wall, followed by a series of futons arranged downwards, totaling three thousand.

This scene was truly bizarre.

From the outside, the main hall appears magnificent, but it is not as spacious as its interior.

Chen Huangpi understood that this must be the story of "a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru".

However, what puzzled him was that

There was no sign of the master inside the main hall.

Where did the previous oral edict come from?

And there was the voice conveying imperial edicts...

Chen Huangpi frowned and asked, "Huang Yi, is Master here?"

He thought the sound was from a golden sky lantern.

Only its voice is devoid of any emotion, possessing only solemnity and majesty.

If it's a brass oil lamp.

Putting aside the fact that it was in the waste hall at that time, according to its own words, Chen Huangpi could tell just by its voice.

A bit cheeky, and very unconventional.

Moreover, his speaking style never comes across as dignified or solemn; it's always just rambling and off-key.

Chen Huangpi's voice echoed in the main hall.

There has been no further response.

"Could it be inside the Flying Immortal Painting?"

Chen Huangpi looked towards the other side of the main hall, where the painting of flying immortals was hung.

But now, the Flying Immortal Painting is no longer here.

On the Flying Immortal Map is the Gate of All Wonders, behind which is a place resembling a small world, where the Golden Sky Lantern hangs. Further inside, there is an enormous golden gate, which Master used to guard.

But now that the Flying Immortal Diagram is gone, Chen Huangpi is completely bewildered.

"The Dragon Locking Well has led me to the main hall."

"It doesn't seem like it would lie to me, but there's neither my master nor Huang Yi in this hall. What am I doing here?"

Chen Huangpi was somewhat confused.

And just then.

That cold voice rang out.

"The abbot has gone to the underworld and will return in a hundred years."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi immediately looked in the direction of the voice.

But there was no trace of the voice in the surroundings.

Chen Huangpi frowned and asked, "Did Master know I was coming?"

A hundred years is not a long time.

He didn't know how long he had stayed in the Fox Mountain God's memory last time.

As for why Master went to the Yellow Springs and the Underworld.

Chen Huangpi understood immediately after thinking about it. They must have taken Huang Er and himself, who was still an egg, to create a Yin God, so that he could drain the Yellow Springs and devour the Yin Earth.

The cold voice said, "I only convey the abbot's oral instructions."

The meaning is very clear.

That means don't ask, and if you do, I have no comment.

Chen Huangpi was extremely displeased: "You, Huang Yi, Huang Er said you are heartless and inhuman. I thought it was just a smear against you, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"I am my master's only disciple!"

"I just wanted to ask you a few questions, couldn't you be a little nicer?"

"I am the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a simple, ancient-style oil lamp, glowing with a warm yellow light, appeared in the hall.

This oil lamp is covered with inscriptions.

The burning wick shone brightly, like a sun.

Wherever those lights passed, it seemed as if space itself was distorted, unable to withstand their terrifying power.

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened.

He stared at the scene in disbelief. This was actually Huang Er?

How could this be Huang Er!

"You, who are you?"

Unable to contain his excitement, Chen Huangpi asked loudly, "You are an incarnation of the Nine Netherworld Lamp, aren't you? Master is currently creating Huang Er's incarnation in the underworld to help him create a Yin God."

"Therefore, it created a clone in the Pure Immortal Temple."

"I am indeed an avatar."

The Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp coldly said, "But my clones are one with me. No matter which lamp you see, the one you are talking to is my true self."

"No way, absolutely impossible."

Chen Huangpi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "Huang Er and I grew up together. It's my only playmate. Its personality and appearance are completely different from yours."

At this point, the image of a brass oil lamp came to Chen Huangpi's mind.

It was entirely yellow, covered in teeth marks and pinch marks, looking tattered and completely devoid of any mystical features.

The key is.

This is just a brass oil lamp that was afraid of scaring its younger self.

It is actually a ghost lamp covered in verdigris, cold, eerie, and extremely sinister!

In contrast, this oil lamp, which calls itself the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, is a different story.

Its appearance is just like that of a brass oil lamp disguised as a lamp.

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

The Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp coldly replied, "When the Abbot refined me, I was already like this. My true form has always been the same and will never change."

The true nature is the inherent essence of any living being and anything.

External appearance can be changed at will.

Even the soul is included.

But the true nature is different; the true nature cannot be changed.

Only aged yellow peel is special.

His black smoke can engulf the true nature of others.

His true nature is also frequently changing.

Of course, the master could do the same.

Chen Huangpi looked at the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp in front of him, his eyes became extremely complicated, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

In his mind, all the scenes he had experienced with the brass oil lamp, the nonsensical things he had said, and the difficulties he had overcome all came to mind.

"I do not believe you."

Chen Huangpi turned and left: "I'm going to find Huang Er! I know where it is, don't try to fool me!"

As he spoke, he rushed out of the main hall.

Like a gust of wind, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The Nine Netherworld Lamp watched coldly, its figure twisting for a moment before reappearing beside Chen Huangpi, hovering above his right shoulder.

This scene seemed familiar.

Chen Huangpi was somewhat dazed, because Huang Er usually liked this spot when he jumped off his waist.

If we ignore the cold and indifferent aura of the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp.

He actually had the illusion that Huang Er was accompanying him into the memories of the Weak Water River God.

"Why are you following me?"

"The abbot has given you permission to enter. If you leave Jingxian Temple, it will be my dereliction of duty."

"Good good."

Chen Huangpi sneered, "What an inhuman and rigid Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp!"

"But you're overthinking it. I'm not leaving Jingxian Temple; I'm going to the Miscellaneous Goods Hall."

"I'm going to find my childhood friends, my playmates, and my brothers."

"And you, if you want to come along, then come along!"

When we passed by the Dragon-Locking Well in the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Pool.

Chen Huangpi paused for a moment: "Lock Dragon Well, do you know who owns this lamp?"

"Didn't you say you knew about it?"

The voice from Lock Dragon Well rang out: "It's the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp. What, you can't recognize it?"

Chen Huangpi fell silent.

He then looked at the Jianmu tree.

This time, Jianmu spoke up: "Jiu Ming, this person knows you but doesn't recognize you. It seems your fame is not as great as mine. Very well, my anger has subsided considerably. I will deal with you again in two hundred years."

Chen Huangpi turned and left without saying a word.

He's very fast.

He didn't care that Taoists in the Pure Immortal Temple basically didn't fly away; he transformed into a beam of light, and along the way, some eyes turned to him.

These gazes were extremely curious, and also extremely powerful.

Chen Huangpi looked ahead and saw a mountain peak with a large, chaotic-colored bell on it. It was the Nine Separation Bell, shining brightly as if it had never changed since time immemorial.

Boom!
The bell of Jiuli rang once.

It was as if it were greeting the Nine Netherworld Lamp.

He also saw the Book of Earth and a white, jade-like tower.

It must be the stone pagoda that the brass oil lamp mentioned, the one with which it had a good relationship.

In addition, he saw many treasures.

However, Dongzhen is not in the temple; he must have gone to the underworld with his master.

Not long after.

Chen Huangpi arrived at the entrance of the miscellaneous hall of the old temple.

It's different from its original dilapidated state.

This miscellaneous hall looked magnificent and resplendent.

Eee...

Chen Huangpi pushed open the door and went inside.

Unlike the description of the brass oil lamps in the past, which showed a lot of miscellaneous rare and precious materials scattered everywhere, the inside of the hall was neatly arranged on the altar.

Above the altar, there was a shadow.

Chen Huangpi looked at the shadow, then at the Nine Netherworld Lamp beside him.

The shadow was shaped like a lamp.

It has the same outline as the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp.

"This is my shadow."

The Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp coldly said, "This place is not the miscellaneous storage hall you mentioned, but the place where I am enshrined."

Chen Huangpi said blankly, "So, you're not Huang Er."

"The Nine Netherworld Lamp is the Nine Netherworld Lamp, and the brass oil lamp is the brass oil lamp."

"So, where is my Huang Er?"

At this moment, Chen Huangpi couldn't describe how he felt.

He felt that he had been deceived by Huang Er.

However, Huang Er never lies to himself; at most, he's a bit unreliable.

Even if it's not the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp.

I have never disliked it.

Moreover, Jingxian Temple has so many of its clones.

It can also communicate with the ten extremely powerful clones hanging in the Yama Palace, extracting their power and memories. The power they unleash can bring it directly to the human world.

If it weren't the Nine Netherworld Lamp, how could it possess so many strange powers?

The first evil phenomenon in the world.

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "Huang Er, could you be an evil being transformed from the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp? You think you are still you, but in reality, you and the original you are no longer the same lamp."

When Master refined Huang Er, it was different from Huang Yi.

Chen Huangpi had heard of and seen the true nature of brass oil lamps.

That was indeed an evil or something similar to an external evil, which the master refined into the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp.

These cannot possibly be fake.

The only thing Chen Huangpi didn't understand was that the difference between the Nine Netherworld Lamp at this time and the Nine Netherworld Lamp later was just like the difference between Huang Yi and Huang Er.

besides!!!!
"Huang Er said that it was never well received at Jingxian Temple."

Chen Huangpi cursed inwardly, "But along the way, no one treated it like a lackey. Even the Jianmu tree called it Jiuming."

There's also the Nine-Leaving Bell, which greets the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp on its own initiative.

Although Chen Huangpi could tell that the Nine Separation Bell was much more powerful than the Nine Netherworld Lamp, he absolutely did not mean to look down on it.

These things don't match up at all with what the brass oil lamp said.

"Huang Er wouldn't be so shameless as to be greedy and feel that this is all a form of neglect, would he?"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "Or is it that it's mentally ill, imagining that others look down on it, despise it, belittle it, and bully it? Isn't that just being a scoundrel?"

At this moment, the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp coldly looked at Chen Huangpi.

Its thinking is very simple.

Follow the will of the master.

The abbot instructed it to deliver a verbal order, allowing Chen Huangpi to enter the temple, and it complied.

As long as Chen Huangpi doesn't run away, it won't care about anything else.

However, it also has its own doubts.

So, who is Huang Er that Chen Huangpi mentioned?

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Yi Qingzhou."

Chen Huangpi said to the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, "He used to mistake Huang Er for Huang Yi. If I find him, I might be able to find out where Huang Yi is, and that will clear up my doubts."

"Huang Yi is the Golden Sky Lantern."

The Nine Netherworld Lamp said indifferently, "You don't need to look for it. Like the Flying Immortal Diagram, it's not in the temple. As for Huang Er, according to your words, is it also a Nine Netherworld Lamp?"

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi nodded and then shook his head: "Maybe yes, maybe no. The one in my memory is different from yours. It is the younger brother of the Golden Sky Lantern, so it is called Huang Er."

"I see."

After the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp finished speaking, it fell silent.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi left the so-called miscellaneous hall and began to try to find the Taoists of Jingxian Temple.

But after searching for a long time, they did not find a single Taoist priest.

The only Taoist priest in the entire Jingxian Temple.

It's dried tangerine peel.

"Are they still creating gods at this time, searching for strange stones in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

Chen Huangpi returned to the main hall of Jingxian Temple.

He sat alone on the ground, feeling utterly empty inside.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are too vast.

But those Taoist priests were all immortals.

Chen Huangpi had previously traveled from the Weak Water River to Yuqiong Mountain, searching for both the strange and the familiar. It was impossible for him not to sense the presence of the Taoists.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Suddenly, the Nine Netherworld Lamp spoke.

His words immediately took Chen Huangpi by surprise, and he almost jumped up from the ground in shock.

"I am the Golden Sky Lantern."

The Nine Netherworld Lamp coldly said, "At least it used to be. The abbot gave me half of the wick of the Golden Heavenly Lamp, and it became Yang, while I gained self-awareness and became Yin."

"But I...I..."

“I can sense that I am actually an anomaly.”

At this point, the Nine Netherworld Lamp hesitated for a moment before saying, "Perhaps, the Huang Er you mentioned is me."

It does not have the ability to read minds.

However, its essence is evil and bizarre, the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, which is extremely yin and evil.

It possesses many abilities even more sinister than mind reading.

It could hear the thoughts that Chen Huangpi was pondering.

In its memory, it was an evil entity. As for whether it was the first in the world, it didn't know, because it was created in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and half of the wick of the Golden Sky Lamp gave it its own self.

Therefore, in a certain sense, it does indeed have an inexplicable relationship with the Golden Sky Lantern.

"Huang Yi is more humane and compassionate than I am."

The Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp said stiffly, "I just don't understand why I have to turn black into white and call red black in the future. Isn't that shameless?"

Chen Huangpi opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

Because all sorts of thoughts had exploded in his mind!
"I remembered!"

"Huang Er once told me that its memory is incomplete and that it has forgotten many things."

Chen Huangpi looked at the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp with a very interesting expression: "You are the one who has no human touch, but in your memory you have become Huang Yi. Tell me, is Huang Yi not well received in the temple?"

"will not."

The Nine Netherworld Lamp regained its indifference: "Huang Yi is very powerful and important; it is only weaker than the Nine Separation Bell and Dongzhen."

Chen Huangpi said, "Then you've really lost your mind and are taking your own delusions as reality."

"and many more!"

"You just talked about the future you, do you know who I am..."

"You come from the future."

The Nine Netherworld Lamp said, "I don't care. I only follow the orders of the Master."

Chen Huangpi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He really wanted to tell the original Huang Er that he didn't actually come from the future.

It's just something from your past memories, Huang Er.

However, it's unlikely that the Nine Netherworld Lamp would care.

After all, it is indeed very rigid.

Suddenly, Chen Huangpi saw the figure of the Nine Netherworld Lamp becoming blurry and dim.

He hurriedly asked, "Huang Er, where are you going?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know where you're going?"

"The world changes, day and night become confused. After six days and six nights, I will disappear every night and reappear at dawn."

The sound of the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp was somewhat erratic.

"Stay in the main hall and don't wander around, or something bad will happen."

"What is it?"

"The Taoists will return."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Nine Netherworld Lamp disappeared.

Chen Huangpi couldn't even get a clear answer.

He looked around the main hall, where there were only statues of gods.

But these righteous gods did not give him any response.

Chen Huangpi turned around and looked outside the main hall.

It was still daytime outside, with a clear blue sky and the sun blazing down.

But next second...

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened.

He saw a lamp, an extremely yin and evil lamp covered in copper rust, appear in the sun.

The lamp burned with a chilling, ghostly flame.

In the blink of an eye, it blocked the sun's radiance.

The whole world was plunged into darkness.

As the lamp fell from the sky.

A bright, clear moon appeared in that spot.

"Ho...ho..."

The lamp opened its gaping maw, revealing incredibly sharp fangs, and its blood-red tongue drooped downwards, with foul-smelling viscous fluid dripping down like rain.

This is the Nine Netherworld Lamp from Chen Huangpi's memory!
This is what Huang Er looks like when he transforms into an evil being.

"I understand! I understand!"

Chen Huangpi stood in the main hall, gazing at the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, and said in a low voice, "I thought only Master had gone mad in the temple, but I didn't expect Huang Er to be mad too."

"But it's only just beginning to go crazy."

"In the future, it will go so crazy that it will think it is the only normal one."

Meanwhile, the bright moonlight shone on the earth.

Jingxian Temple and Yuqiong Mountain seem to be draped in a veil.

At the mountain gate, the gate that was inscribed with "Jingxian Temple" was transformed into "Zhenxian Temple" at this moment.

Because the Taoists, or rather the immortals, have returned.

A Taoist priest, whose body had been severed at the waist and who was now only the upper half of his body, crawled step by step into the depths of the Jingxian Temple, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

A grotesque body made up of severed hands crawled down from the Jianmu tree.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, pale-faced and bleeding from his seven orifices, with a dead infant riding on his shoulder, wandered aimlessly. The dead infant was connected to the back of the priest's head by an umbilical cord.

The middle-aged Taoist priest held the dead infant's legs with both hands, and the dead infant was controlling the Taoist priest.

And just then.

A Taoist priest dressed in a black robe and wearing a golden mask paused for a moment at the mountain gate of Zhenxian Temple, which was engraved halfway up Yuqiong Mountain.

Because one after another, figures that looked like gods and demons blocked his way.

"Who is coming?"

"Chen Daoxing, a disgraced disciple of the Pure Immortal Temple!" (End of Chapter)