Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

At this moment.

Outside, in the suburbs a hundred miles from the capital.

The red moon and the bright sun hung in the sky.

Confusing night and day.

With the sun and moon shining together, the third change in the anode intensifies.

After Chen Huangpi took the Heavenly Poison Pill, he fell into a coma and remained unconscious, as if he had become an empty shell.

The brass oil lamp was in a state of frantic panic.

The vengeful ghost, the fox mountain god, Du Rugui, and even the Weak Water River god were all deeply worried.

"How did that happen?"

The fox mountain god said anxiously, "Chen Huangpi has entered my memory before, but this has never happened before. He looks like he's dead."

"What did you say?"

The brass oil lamp spewed out chilling ghostly flames from its eyes and roared angrily, "I'm telling you, Chen Huangpi won't die! If you utter another word of death, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Huang Er, calm down."

The ghost of death pulled the brass oil lamp and said in a deep voice, "The current situation of the contract master is unknown. Whether it is you, me, or the fox mountain god, we must not panic."

"Huang Er, I'm sorry."

The fox mountain god said aggrievedly, "My mouth has always been unreliable, but even if you're cursing me, I have to make it clear that I really feel like Chen Huangpi is dead right now."

It had absorbed the abbot's spiritual energy and had been whipped multiple times with bamboo sticks by the abbot.

Its essence has already undergone a strange change.

Therefore, it could indeed sense that Chen Huangpi's current condition was very abnormal.

A cold flame burned in the eye of the brass oil lamp.

It didn't speak, it just stared at the fox mountain god.

The latter took a deep breath and pointed at Chen Huangpi, who was shrouded in billowing mist, and said, "I saw his eyes shining before, and there were many words in those eyes, but now I can't feel anything."

"His spirit is here."

"But some things that I can't explain or articulate are gone."

"Ah Gui, what about you?"

Suppressing his emotions, the brass oil lamp asked, "You are the spirit of the Soul-Hooking Book, and he is its master. Can you sense his current situation through the Soul-Hooking Book?"

The vengeful spirit said in a complicated tone, "If I could have sensed it, why would I have just stood by and watched?"

It's not just brass oil lamps that are so worried about dried yellow peel.

It's the same.

However, the vengeful spirit was relatively calm.

“I have been calling out to the Lord, but his consciousness seems to be silent or has disappeared, and he has not given me any response.”

"The same applies to dog-raising."

The brass oil lamp said indifferently, "I cursed him to death in my heart. If it were any other time, he would have already cursed me back, but not this time."

After saying that, it looked at the River God of the Weak Water.

The latter kept his head down, not daring to look into the eyes of the brass oil lamp.

Because it can sense it.

This Lord Nine Netherworld Lamp is on the verge of going berserk and might actually kill himself at any moment.

However, it also doesn't understand how things have turned out this way.

"Hey Du, I need your help with something."

The brass oil lamp looked at Du Rugui, who had been frowning and silent, and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you a descendant of Bai Lingtian's disciple? You can do divination, so help me tell Chen Huangpi's fortune."

Du Rugui smiled bitterly, "I have now completely lost all my immortal aura, if..."

"This lamp does not listen to any 'ifs,' this is true."

The brass oil lamp interrupted abruptly, saying, "Just tell me if this divination is even possible."

"It can be calculated."

Du Rugui frowned and said, "Although my Divination God is not a cultivation technique, it is still a secret technique among ancient methods. If it is activated by human energy, I am afraid it will still turn into an evil entity."

To be honest, he and Chen Huangpi didn't have a very deep relationship.

Although they found each other fairly agreeable.

But if he were to become an evil being just to have his fortune told, he really needed to think it over carefully.

The brass oil lamp patiently said, "Mr. Du, Uncle Du, I... no, Huang Er, I understand you. Just like my brother said, everyone has their own things to do, and it's only right that you think about yourself."

"But please, just consider me shameless and help me this once, okay?"

"Just once, consider it a divination."

"I will repay you tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold in the future!"

"Why are you doing this..."

Du Rugui sighed, "It's not that I don't want to help you. Even if I were to perform this divination, I don't think it would immediately turn into an evil entity. It's just that I'm afraid that if I find out something wrong, then you, this ghost brother, and this fox will all be affected."

"And this river god."

"What if you can't accept it?"

"Moreover, fortune telling is not about predicting the future or knowing everything; it is just divination."

At this point, Du Rugui paused, his gaze sweeping over the various objects before finally settling on Chen Huangpi: "I can tell fortunes, but let me make this clear: I think it's better to go find that heretic than to seek divine guidance."

"Wasn't that heretic his fourth master?"

"If something happens to him, won't Master take responsibility?"

The brass oil lamp let out a bitter laugh.

Before it cursed Chen Huangpi in its heart, it had already cursed the various stages of the Daoist Master, from birth to attainment, and finally to the Daoist Master, but there was no response.

"Before leaving, the Four Guardians said that he was going back to the Ten Thousand Mountains to get something."

The brass oil lamp said in a deep voice, "It hasn't responded yet, so naturally it won't care about Chen Huangpi's matter, or maybe it can't hear me. I'm not Huang Yi, I don't have its great abilities."

"This lamp..."

As he said this, oil from the brass lamp dripped from the corner of his eye.

It felt like a piece of trash twice in its life.

One time, it was in the scripture pavilion of the old temple, where the Taoists, disguised as evil spirits, wanted to attack Chen Huangpi.

Although it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

But at that moment, it truly felt that it was too useless and too weak.

The second time was this time.

It harbored immense resentment towards the abbot.

Although it was not among the most prized treasures of the Pure Immortal Temple, and was merely a scrap piece that had been discarded and neglected in the miscellaneous storeroom.

But I wasn't exactly weak back then.

If the abbot hadn't divided himself into countless parts...

How could I be completely helpless?

You see, ever since it woke up, it had been with Chen Huangpi the whole time, never separated for a single day. Back then, Chen Huangpi was still very small and would often fall down while walking, and it would always be there to help and comfort him...

The current state of Chenhuangpi.

The brass oil lamp resented itself even more.

"I beg you, tell my fortune..."

"it is good."

Du Rugui did not ask any further questions.

He took a deep breath and tossed out three copper coins with a flourish.

There is no celestial aura about him.

His divination skills were no longer as accurate as before.

Therefore, it is necessary to cast the hexagram several times to arrive at a vague answer based on the resulting divination.

As Du Rugui's aura darkened, an unsightly scar appeared on his neck, and the divination was complete.

"What does the hexagram mean?"

The brass oil lamp, the ghostly figure, and the fox mountain god all watched Du Rugui nervously.

"very bad……"

Du Rugui said with a grim face, "The heavens have revealed an unusual phenomenon, a murderous intent is fully revealed, a hidden dragon has sunk into the abyss. The divination indicates that Chen Huangpi will meet a certain death!"

These words were like a thunderclap out of nowhere.

The head of the brass oil lamp exploded with a buzzing sound.

It snarled, "Old Du, you're talking nonsense! Chen Huangpi was perfectly fine, how could he be dead? He was just sleeping, and his mind, or consciousness, wandered into the River God's memories!"

"Wait a minute."

The ghost of death suddenly spoke up: "River God of the Weak Water, I ask you, what kind of being is that Taoist priest in your memory?"

Hear this.

The brass oil lamp was instantly lit.

The abbot once said that the more powerful and incredible an existence is, the less one should have contact with things related to it.

You can't even say their names.

Otherwise, it will be heard.

The River God of Weak Water said, "This humble god does not know. Those memories are information recorded by this humble god's original body. This humble god only knows that Taiyizi fell into the river after being looked at by that person."

The brass oil lamp said, "Taiyizi is merely a fourth-level immortal, which means that the Taoist is a true immortal. But can a true immortal kill Chen Huangpi within his memory?"

It instinctively felt it was absurd.

At this moment, the river god said strangely, "When did Taiyizi become just a fourth-level immortal? He should be a true immortal."

"what?"

The brass oil lamp was stunned.

Taiyizi was indeed a true immortal.

However, at that time, too much of his power was taken away from him in that dantian world.

Even after escaping, he only recovered to the fourth level of the immortal realm.

That is to say, there are nine realms of immortals.

Sudden……

There was a bang.

The ground beneath Chen Huangpi, shrouded in mist, exploded, sending dust billowing into the sky. A massive crater was formed, with countless abyss-like cracks spreading out like a spiderweb.

Click...

Chen Huangpi's chest bones were cracking.

It felt as if an invisible fist had slammed into his chest.

Upon seeing this, the vengeful spirit slowly uttered four words: "Approaching the Dao..."

Even a memory can affect reality.

At this moment, all of these things and Du Rugui understood one thing.

That is……

The Taoist priest in the River God's memory.

Right now, he must be fighting a fierce battle with Chen Huangpi, and it must be a one-sided, crushing battle.

If it's in this memory.

Chen Huangpi was killed by him.

In reality, he was truly doomed.

"A ghost..."

The brass oil lamp, its voice trembling with almost a sob, said, "You're the most reliable. No matter the situation, you can always find a solution, right?"

all the time.

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp caused quite a bit of trouble.

But in the end, there's always a vengeful ghost behind the scenes to cover for you.

The ferrymen joined forces to suppress the demons, but the ghosts, who were destined to die, managed to use the Soul-Hooking Book to drag their own people to the underworld.

That's an existence comparable to an immortal.

Now, they are facing a Taoist who is almost at the level of the Tao, whose exact power is unknown.

The vengeful ghost truly felt bewildered.

The fox spirit said, "Agui, your father is Yama, and Yama is not much different from someone who is close to the Dao, is he? Didn't your father tell you what to do in this situation?"

The Soul Reaper said bitterly, "Yama is the pinnacle of true immortals, just one step away from reaching the Dao, but he is not in that realm after all, and there are many things he cannot explain."

"Because even if I explained it, I wouldn't understand."

"I only know that beings that are close to the Dao seem to have their own paths, and those who are not fellow travelers cannot be compared to them."

At this moment, the fox mountain god could no longer sit still.

Although it had no ambition, it only wanted to cling to Chen Huangpi's coattails and serve tea and water to the old abbot.

But this doesn't mean that the Fox Mountain God is just a useless person.

On the contrary, it is actually more cunning than anyone else.

"River God, I ask you, is that the only person you remember?" "The branches of the Weak Water can reach all the places that have been there for countless years."

The River God of Weak Water gave a somewhat uncertain answer.

That's enough.

The Fox Mountain God calmly said, "Huang Er, A Gui, don't worry. I've dealt with memory issues before, and I've come up with a solution."

"any solution?"

"Let me take a Heavenly Poison Pill, and I'll go into that memory too. Then, I'll go to the abbot of that time for help."

The fox mountain god's tone was not very firm, because it was afraid.

It wondered, if the abbot was in that memory, why didn't he appear and watch as Chen Huangpi was beaten so badly by that Taoist priest?

Perhaps, the abbot never existed in his memory.

The vengeful spirit took a deep breath and said, "No, let me do it."

“My sworn master and I are connected by a book of souls.”

“Once I enter that memory, I can find him immediately.”

As he spoke, the Soul-Reaping Ghost reached out to the River God of Weak Water and demanded, "Give me the Heavenly Poison Pill that contains your memories."

The river god paused for a moment, then took one out of his head.

The vengeful ghost took it and was about to swallow it.

The fox mountain god leaped up and snatched the Heavenly Poison Pill, shouting, "Ah Gui, you don't understand these memories, so it's best if I do it."

"Nonsense!"

The Soul-Reaping Ghost was enraged for the first time: "My master is in imminent danger, and I am the most suitable person to help him. Moreover, I am the spirit of the Soul-Reaping Book. As long as the Soul-Reaping Book is destroyed, I will not die. Perhaps I can protect my master from this calamity."

It is rational and calm.

The decision was made after careful consideration.

But then, the brass oil lamp rang out: "Stop arguing, all of you! Give me the Heavenly Poison Pill! Little fox, I'll make you give me the Heavenly Poison Pill!"

The vengeful spirit frowned and said, "Huang Er, you have to stay here. You must protect your master."

Actually, there was something it didn't say.

That is, he trusts no one except the brass oil lamp and the fox mountain god.

Du Rugui didn't believe it either.

The River God of the Weak Water didn't believe it either.

Therefore, this is why it doesn't want the brass oil lamp to take the Heavenly Poison Pill!

And at this moment.

The vengeful spirit was unaware of this.

Countless thoughts surged through the brass oil lamp's mind.

“Huang Er, I’ve been busy patrolling the mountain and doing some miscellaneous things lately, so I’ll leave Huang Pi’er in your care.”

"Don't worry, Abbot. He also has the surname Huang, so he's from the same clan as me, Huang Er. Clan members take care of each other, so I will protect him and not let him suffer the slightest grievance!"

"His surname is not Huang, but Chen, which I take from him."

"Oh dear, they all have the character 'Huang' in their names, they're all the same."

The brass oil lamp recalled the scene when the abbot handed Chen Huangpi to him.

The abbot has many things to do while he patrols the mountain.

This continued for many years afterward.

When the abbot went mad.

The brass oil lamp was very scared; it wanted to leave the Ten Thousand Mountains, but it never thought of abandoning Chen Huangpi.

Throughout these long years.

For Chen Huangpi, the passage of time seems to have no effect.

But the brass oil lamp watched Chen Huangpi grow up day by day.

Calling them brothers, childhood friends, or playmates is not accurate.

To be precise, they are family.

It's family affection.

The brass oil lamp looked at the ghost and said with utmost seriousness, "Ghost, take good care of Chen Huangpi's body. Even if the sky falls, you must hold it up. I don't want to explain or waste words."

"With Chen Huangpi gone, I, the lamp, shall be in charge!"

"I understand."

The vengeful spirit saw the resolute look in the eyes of the brass oil lamp.

It knows.

No matter how objective or rational the reasons I gave, I couldn't convince the brass oil lamp.

Upon seeing this, the fox mountain god handed the Heavenly Poison Pill to the brass oil lamp.

“Huang Er, although I used to think you were no good, a dog-like scoundrel, you have to bring Chen Huang back. You absolutely can’t let him die, otherwise we’ll really have to break up.”

"You vixen!"

The brass oil lamp swallowed the Heavenly Poison Pill in one gulp and sneered, "You were saying something perfectly fine, but you had to come up with an ominous phrase in the second half. Listen to me, even if I die, he won't die!"

The words fell to the ground.

The brass oil lamp suddenly froze.

Then, its lights began to flicker.

call……

A gust of wind blew by.

The wick of the brass oil lamp went out instantly.

Thick black mist emanated from its lamp body.

A thud.

The brass oil lamp fell to the ground and rolled to Chen Huangpi's side. The two streams of black mist attracted each other and merged together.

……

Memory is the imprint of time.

It is also proof of existence.

The brass oil lamp travels upwards against the light and shadow.

It is searching for memories related to dried tangerine peel.

But within this memory.

The brass oil lamp, however, showed no trace of aged tangerine peel.

No reason.

Suddenly, a flutter of emotion welled up in the brass oil lamp's heart.

"Is it a dog-raising manual?"

The brass oil lamp stared wide-eyed, saying in disbelief, "This strange technique... this... this is going to restore our telepathic connection?"

Although unclear, it was intermittent.

But the brass oil lamp felt like there was a faint connection.

Honestly, this really surprised the brass oil lamp.

It had long ago realized that this technique was extremely evil.

It must have been created by some powerful madman before the cataclysmic changes in the world; it was incredibly domineering and bizarre.

Even the abbot praised this evil skill.

That's quite interesting.

But the brass oil lamp never expected that this was more than just interesting; it was incredibly interesting!

"Dog-raising manual, I love you to death!"

The brass oil lamp was overjoyed; it saw a scene of light and shadow—the place where Chen Huangpi was.

Without a word, the brass oil lamp plunged straight in.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It seems like millions of years, yet it also seems like only a moment.

The brass oil lamp squinted as it saw the blinding sunlight.

We also saw Yuqiong Mountain and Jingxian Temple.

The Pure Immortal Temple at the very beginning of the cataclysmic changes in the world.

"Chenhuangpi!"

The brass oil lamp cried out and transformed into a golden beam of light, rushing into the Pure Immortal Temple.

To its disappointment...

There was no sign of Chen Huangpi inside the Jingxian Temple.

"Jiu Ming, what are you doing here?"

"Who? Who's calling for Ben Deng?"

"It is I, the Locked Dragon Well."

"Ah, Brother Jing, is that you talking to me?"

The brass oil lamp was stunned, and immediately saw the Dragon Locking Well in the Yin-Yang Bagua Pool in front of the main hall.

It instinctively forced out a fawning smile: "Oh my, Brother Jing, you actually still remember me. Don't call me Jiu Ming, just call me Huang Er. We're family, there's no need to be so polite."

"Jiu Ming, you're so strange."

Suolongjing opened his eyes and said in confusion, "Also, Huang Er? Shouldn't you call yourself Huang Yi?"

The brass oil lamp was stunned: "Me? Huang Yi? Brother Jing, you must be mistaken. Huang Yi is my older brother. We came out of the same furnace one after the other. My name is Huang Er."

Suolongjing said, "Your body came from a furnace, but you are not. The abbot will divide your lamp wick in two, leaving one part in the Golden Top Heavenly Lamp and the other part in the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp."

“You are a lamp in your own right.”

"Also, you always call me by my name, Brother Jing, which doesn't sound like something you would say."

The brass oil lamp is of unknown origin.

It was almost completely bewildered by the explanation of the Dragon Locking Well.

What is this?

The Dragon-Locking Well used to ignore me. If I didn't call it Brother Well, it wouldn't even glance at me.

Why were they so polite to me in the past?

They were being treated so politely that it felt a little uncomfortable.

"No, Brother Jing."

The brass oil lamp said, "I'm here to see Chen Huangpi. Have you seen him before?"

"I've seen him before. He's the boy who looks a lot like the abbot, isn't he?"

Suolongjing thought for a moment and said, "He is currently in Zhenxian Temple and is about to be beaten to death by Chen Daoxing. He is a very interesting person, and I like him very much. However, without the abbot's order, I cannot go to help him."

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp immediately became anxious: "Zhenxian Temple? Isn't that the Jingxian Temple at night? It's daytime now, by nightfall everyone will be cold."

"Brother Jing, please help me! I know your abilities. Can you turn back the clock a bit? I need to go into Zhenxian Temple to save people right now!"

It no longer cares about all that nonsense about Yellow One, Yellow Two, and lamp wicks.

Nothing is more important than dried tangerine peel!

At this moment, Jianmu spoke up, "Jiu Ming, you're acting really strange today. Isn't Zhenxian Temple under your command? When you transform into an evil spirit, Zhenxian Temple will open. Have you forgotten all of this?"

During the day, Jingxian Temple represents Yang.

The Zhenxian Temple at night represents Yin.

When the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp transforms into an evil entity, it will open the Zhenxian Temple.

This is the right and duty given to it by the abbot.

The brass oil lamp suddenly felt a jolt in its mind. It felt as if it had really forgotten a lot of things. Not to mention that not long after the change of heaven and earth, it fell into a deep sleep and when it woke up, it was accompanied by Chen Huangpi.

There are thousands of years in between, and I have no memory of them.

It seems like the earliest time right now.

There are also parts that don't match up with my own memory.

"Damn it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

The brass oil lamp cursed inwardly, "I'm not Chen Huangpi, he's the protagonist of this world. What's the point of me, a minor supporting character, worrying about whether my memories are right or wrong? Saving his dog's life is the priority!"

"So what if you become evil!"

"This lamp is inherently evil!"

The brass oil lamp gritted its teeth and suddenly lit its wick.

Black ghost fire burned on its body.

Its lamp body began to grow abnormally large. It opened its blood-red maw and was bathed in the ghost fire, hanging above the Jingxian Temple like a black sun.

Black light scattered across the earth.

Just like the arrival of night.

The entire Jingxian Temple was plunged into darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the three large characters on the gate of Jingxian Temple suddenly twisted and transformed into Zhenxian Temple. (End of this chapter)