Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

"Chen Huangpi! You are the person from 18,000 years ago!"

"The Ten Thousand Mountains come from the west."

"I remember now, I remember everything! You are not the reincarnation of the Buddha in this life at all!"

At this moment, the Buddhas of the past and the Buddhas of the future finally remembered when they had met Chen Huangpi. No wonder they felt an inexplicable familiarity upon meeting him.

It turns out they were old acquaintances.

Moreover, back then, this dried yellow peel was incredibly strange to them, as it was neither seen in the past nor the future, and seemed to exist only in the present.

At that time, the Buddha of this world had not yet completely transformed into an evil being.

They saw it all clearly from the side.

At the time, they assumed that Chen Huangpi had also come for the egg, so they didn't have much contact with him.

After the cataclysmic changes in the world ended, they have been sleeping ever since.

I thought he was already dead.

I never expected that he would still be alive.

The question is, why did they only suddenly remember such an existence now that they heard its name?
Could it be that over the past 18,000 years...

Has he become even more terrifying?

And why is the Buddha's position in this life held by him?
"You have stolen the Buddha's position in this life?"

The Buddha of the past roared deafeningly, while the Buddha of the future roared repeatedly: "Aren't you a Taoist? Are you trying to become a Buddha?"

And their remarks.

Chen Huangpi was completely bewildered.

The severed hand came at him, calling out his name without him even understanding what was happening.

After all, he had never provoked such a powerful being before.

The present moment is absurd: the past Buddha and the future Buddha reflect back to the self who met them 18,000 years ago in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, revealing the self's identity and origin.

Wasn't that something that happened in the memories of the River God of Weak Water?

It's a memory, not the real past.

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "You two bald monks, stop pretending here. Whether you are a Buddha or a demon, the position of Buddha in this life is mine. Quickly merge with me."

"To become one with you?"

The Buddha of the past laughed mockingly, "I would rather be with anyone else than with a demon like you!"

The Future Buddha clasped his hands together and said, “In the future, the three bodies of Buddha will naturally unite. Although we do not know why they will unite, it will definitely not be you. The true Buddha of this life will surely return.”

The past Buddha and the future Buddha can indeed be compatible with aged huangpi.

However, there will be big problems after the unification.

The three bodies of Buddha are originally one.

If we apply this to Chen Huangpi, then it becomes hard to say who is the Buddha and who is the demon.

On a smaller scale, there will be no Buddha in the world.

On a grander scale, their will might very well be destroyed.

Most importantly, they really can't do anything about Chen Huangpi right now.

The Buddha of the past and the Buddha of the future exchanged a glance, then sat down cross-legged, covering their eyes and ears with their hands, and two halos appeared behind their heads.

Within the halo, it seemed as if the three thousand worlds were reflected.

No, to be precise.

Indeed, there are three thousand worlds.

The two halos of light intersected and overlapped.

In the blink of an eye, a gilded wheel of flames appeared, seemingly capable of containing all things. This wheel rotated endlessly, vast and boundless, encompassing the three thousand worlds.

In the three thousand worlds, each world has their incarnation.

The gilded treasure wheel is in motion.

Layers of golden clouds flowed out from them, accompanied by the chanting of countless Buddhas, blessing the two Buddhas and separating them from the past and future.

Chen Huangpi asked in astonishment, "What are you trying to do?"

The Buddha of the Past sneered, "You demon were already incredibly strange 18,000 years ago. After you stole the position of Buddha in this life, your strength will surely be even more terrifying. I will not fight with you."

The Future Buddha said indifferently, "If you can't afford to offend him, you can avoid him. Even if you transform into an evil being, you, Chen Huangpi, will not benefit from it."

He had already been corrupted by the sound of the radiant light of the temple in His heart.

Now half of his body is bluish-black.

What He is more worried about right now is that He is going to become evil.

How could he possibly fight to the death with Chen Huangpi alongside the Buddha of the Past?

The key is.

At the entrance of the San Shen Wanfo Temple, there is an even more terrifying severed hand.

The severed hand gave them a very bad feeling.

He's just trying to eat people.

Moreover, it was filled with a strong sense of malice, and it also gave them a very familiar feeling, as if they had seen it somewhere before.

dong dong dong...

At that moment, the severed hand kept knocking on the door.

The gate shook incessantly.

This San Shen Wanfo Temple is actually the Buddha's sacred world.

That severed hand—it's meant to directly penetrate this world, something neither the Buddha of the past nor the Buddha of the future could accomplish.

Its brutality is beyond description.

Hearing the terrifying sound and seeing the two Buddhas who were determined to cower in fear, Chen Huangpi's face turned black with anger.

"My strength is not as great as you think."

"I am only comparable to an immortal. If I encounter a powerful true immortal, I cannot defeat him and can only flee."

"Wouldn't it be better to come out and fight me to the death?"

"Don't you want to reclaim the Buddha's position in this life?"

"The words of the demon cannot be trusted!"

The two Buddhas scoffed, thinking that Chen Huangpi had exhausted all his tricks and was resorting to such childish methods to deceive them.

If you're so capable, take that coffin away first.

Chen Huangpi was furious.

He drew the Void-Piercing Divine Sword and slashed directly at the two majestic Buddhas.

However, the sword energy that was usually invincible and unstoppable was blocked on the spot by the golden clouds hanging from the gilded wheel, and as soon as the wheel turned, it fell into the Three Thousand Worlds.

This gilded wheel is a precious treasure of the Buddha.

Invulnerability is just the most inconspicuous ability.

"Chenhuangpi!"

The severed hand outside the door was still grinning maliciously: "I have been searching for you for a long time. The things you have encountered have reminded me of some things. You, and those two disgusting things, will not escape."

This severed hand is the remains of Emperor Donghua, one of the Five Great Emperors of the Immortal Realm.

Although his Dao fruit, divine soul, and true form all collapsed.

They were dead beyond any doubt.

But that body was indeed a physical form that was close to the Dao.

Its corpse even gave rise to some vague consciousness. Its strength could not be divided by specific realms, but even a severed hand was stronger than an ordinary True Immortal.

After all, their status is what it is.

It transformed into something evil, adding a touch of ferocity.

Listening to those incantations that sounded like gods and demons.

The brass oil lamp said fearfully, "Master, when have you ever provoked such a vicious thing? Don't you usually spend every day with me, but instead go out and cause trouble behind my back?"

"Huang Er, do you think I'll get into trouble without taking you with me?"

Chen Huangpi was even more furious: "I have never seen this severed hand before. I don't know how it learned my name and chased after me all the way. This is an undeserved disaster."

God knows how much of a headache Chen Huangpi is right now.

He knew he was very good at causing trouble.

But that's something I brought upon myself.

This time, he did nothing, but trouble came his way.

The brass oil lamp gritted its teeth and said, "This severed hand is terrifying. I feel that without using the mask of the Taixu God, you are no match for it. If all else fails, we might as well fight it to the death."

Chen Huangpi said, "Huang Er, what you say sounds nice, but the origin of this severed hand is unknown. It seems to know me, but I don't know it. If I can fight it, that's fine, but if I can't, then I'm doomed."

The mask of the Taixu deity was merely the manifestation of the last remaining power he possessed before his death.

It can kill a true immortal, but can only be used three more times.

Three chances is a way of saying you should use them sparingly.

If a real fight breaks out, and we can't finish it quickly, then we'll be completely exhausted.

Of course, if it really solves the problem, Chen Huangpi won't be stingy with it.

But every time that severed hand knocked on the door, it gave him an indescribable sense of dread. Even the mask of the Taixu God might not be able to determine a winner in a short time.

“Yellow-skinned father, it’s hard to hit him, and it’s impossible to leave him.”

Silver Horn cried out, "If all else fails, let's hide in the coffin. Big Brother is so scared he peed himself all over the place. He's made me lose all face."

"But these three Buddhas are combined into one..."

Chen Huangpi hesitated. His goal this time was not to compete with the severed hand, but to refine the Heart Temple and obtain the Bodhi Tree.

If it hides in the coffin, then when the severed hand comes in, it will most likely be unable to do anything to itself, but the past Buddha and the future Buddha may be different.

Who knows, it might really eat me.

But at this moment.

There was a click.

The entire San Shen Wan Fo Temple was shaking violently.

The past Buddha and the future Buddha trembled and looked towards the doorway.

The gate of the Buddhist temple, or rather, the entrance to the Buddha's sacred world, had been forcibly cracked open by the severed hand.

This severed hand wasn't even handled using any strange methods.

"Approaching the Dao?"

The Buddha of the Past asked in alarm, "You can break through this sacred ground with just your physical body? Who are you? Which one of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty has come to kill you again?"

Ten thousand years ago, Emperor Chen of the Great Qian Dynasty attacked us.

With just one punch, he blasted open the gate of the Buddha's temple.

And this severed hand accomplished the same thing.

Clearly, this is also a severed hand of an entity that is almost akin to the Dao.

"Approaching the Dao? Is this what you call 'Approaching the Dao'?"

The phrase "the severed hand is incomprehensible, almost reaching the Dao" seemed very familiar to it.

But it could sense that it was not close to the Dao.

The words sound almost like the Dao.

Chen Huangpi's hair stood on end instantly.

"Get into the coffin!!"

"Golden Horn, stop peeing."

"If you pee in the coffin, I'll beat you for three days and three nights!"

After saying that, Chen Huangpi pointed to the coffin above his head without hesitation.

The coffin was already hanging upside down.

At that moment, with his urging, the coffin lid immediately opened and fell down.

There was a bang.

Chen Huangpi, along with the brass oil lamp, and Jinjiao and Yinjiao, all hid inside the coffin.

"How can something be close to the Tao?"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed in horror, "No wonder I felt a chill when I saw this severed hand. It turns out it was a severed hand that was almost at the level of the Dao. Could it be that it belonged to that traitor?"

The thought is close to the Tao.

The brass oil lamp immediately reminded him of Chen Daoxing.

After all, the only one who was truly mortal enemies with Chen Huangpi was Chen Daoxing, a being who was almost a Daoist.

Furthermore, in that seemingly past memory, Chen Huangpi and Chen Daoxing even had a great battle.

Apart from that, he had absolutely no enmity with Chen Huangpi and had no motive to chase after him.

Chen Huangpi hid in the coffin, squeezed together with Jinjiao's head, and said through gritted teeth, "It's not him. If it were him, I would remember his scent even if he turned to ashes, let alone just a hand."

The battle between the two Chens was fierce and intense.

Chen Huangpi had witnessed many of Chen Daoxing's methods. If it were really Chen Daoxing, he wouldn't say a single word of nonsense and would come right out with a killing move.

Besides, Master said...

Chen Daoxing dared not come to the mortal realm, but only sent the Wide-Eyed Evil God to check the situation when the changes in heaven and earth were about to end.

"Who else could it be but him?"

The brass oil lamp said in despair, "Not counting the treasures of our Jingxian Temple, we have only encountered two people who are close to the Dao: Chen Daoxing and Taixu Shenling."

“The gods of Taixu would love to praise you to the heavens, they would never do such a thing.”

"Even if it's Emperor Chen, whom I've never met, his severed finger is still in the Book of Souls, so there's no way he would come to kill you."

"Oh, and the Underworld Emperor, but let's not even talk about the Underworld Emperor."

"So, whose severed hand is this?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Chen Huangpi felt extremely depressed, and he carefully recalled the past.

The only people I've ever truly interacted with are Chen Daoxing, Emperor Chen, the Yin Emperor, the Taixu God, and the Eastern Emperor of the Immortal Realm, whom I saw when the past was reflected in the Ganyuan Abyss.

"It can't be the Eastern Emperor, can it?"

Chen Huangpi frowned as he recalled the severed hand that claimed to be the original. "Huang Er, do you think this severed hand looks like the hand of the Eastern Emperor?"

"It looks like a ghost."

The brass oil lamp shook its head vigorously: "Emperor Donghua has already collapsed. Collapse means complete death. If Chen Daoxing were to kill him, would he really leave him with a severed hand?"

"If you ask me, it must be the Celestial Venerable."

"Don't forget, that old guy and the abbot have fallen out; he might be the one causing trouble."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi narrowed his eyes.

Indeed, the Immortal Venerable must have a deep-seated grudge against me.

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, when I escaped into the Immortal Realm and my master led me to fight my way out, the Immortal Venerable must have made a move, and another being who was almost at the level of the Dao also joined the fray.

Chen Huangpi remembered that scent.

If we're really going to talk about it, this severed hand might actually belong to an immortal.

And it was during this conversation that...

Click!
Even while hiding in the coffin, Chen Huangpi could hear the tremendous sound of the severed hand shattering the entrance to the Buddha's sacred world.

The entire Buddhist temple was shaking continuously.

"We need to see what's going on outside."

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and placed his palm on the coffin.

The evil eye in his palm instantly began to wriggle.

The next second, a slit opened on the side.

Upon seeing this, the brass oil lamp immediately used its concealment ability to cover it, regardless of whether it would work or not, using it was better than not using it at all.

"I've entered."

The severed hand was grinning maliciously. With a flick of its finger, it restored the entrance that it had just blasted apart.

This is not the ability to influence time.

Because it simply doesn't remember that it has this ability.

It's just an instinctive tendency, a subconscious behavior.

The severed hand is represented by the fingers as feet and the palm as a mouth.

Although it has no eyes, it can see everything.

The moment Chen Huangpi saw it, it immediately looked over.

"Would hiding in a coffin be of any use?"

The severed hand spoke in a chilling voice, slowly crawling over: "Whether it's you or those two disgusting things, in my eyes, these methods are nothing more than clinging to life."

"Killing you all is as easy as taking candy from a baby."

As it spoke, it pointed its finger at the two Buddhas again: "One is hiding in the past, and the other is hiding in the future. Even their positions have been severed. Even if the three bodies are combined, they are nothing but a lump of mud."

"Even in your prime, you treated me with utmost respect. How dare you be so arrogant with just two clones? You truly have no sense of mortality."

But he had just finished speaking.

The severed hand paused again.

It muttered to itself in confusion, "Past and future, the fruition severed, the three bodies merged into one, mud, mud Buddha? What is this thing? Could it be that I know it?"

Many terms came to mind as the severed hand appeared in his head.

However, there are no related memories.

This made it even more confused, more painful, and more eager to know who it really was.

The two Buddhas remained silent, only chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Their true origins were revealed by this severed hand.

If even this gilded wheel can't stop it, then this time it's truly a dead end.

Inside the coffin.

Upon seeing this, the brass oil lamp exclaimed in surprise, "A mud Buddha? Could it be that it belongs to the earth element? The three bodies of Buddha combined into one is a mud Buddha? Is that the disgusting thing that the abbot mentioned, which has lived for two eras?"

Chen Huangpi lamented, "This should be it, but what can I do now given the current situation?"

Going outside means facing that terrifying severed hand.

If Chen Huangpi hadn't known it was a severed hand that was almost at the level of Tao, he might have been interested in testing his skills. But now that he knew, he had no such intention at all. It was in that memory that he defeated Chen Daoxing.

However, it was only with Huang Er at his peak, and his own demonic transformation into the Son of the Ten Thousand Mountains, that they won.

That was just Chen Daoxing in my memory.

The real Chen Daoxing will only become more powerful.

Therefore, even though Chen Huangpi felt that with the Shadow of Yama, plus his own Six Yin Gods, and with the coffin and the Taixu God Mask on top of that, he might have a fighting chance, he really didn't dare to be overconfident.

"Release the Fox Mountain God."

The brass oil lamp said, "It's full of tricks; it might have some ideas."

"it is good!"

Chen Huangpi immediately released the fox mountain god who was pondering how to digest that cup of tea in the Soul-Hooking Book.

The latter looked around blankly.

"Hey, isn't that the abbot's coffin?"

The fox mountain god asked, bewildered, "How did we end up here again?"

"Isn't this Buddhist kingdom in the Central Plains in a favorable position?"

"Things were going quite smoothly before."

The brass oil lamp said, "With the coffin in hand and the mask of the Taixu God, Chen Huangpi can be said to be invincible, but he can't withstand an enemy from the sky!"

The fox mountain god looked at the scene reflected in the evil eye.

Then, it was completely dumbfounded.

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "I suspect this is the severed hand of an immortal, which is close to the Dao. You should know how terrifying beings at that level are."

goooo...

The fox mountain god swallowed hard. "I don't want to know. I just want to know what it's doing standing there like that? Is it brewing some kind of deadly move?"

The evil eye can see through all illusions.

Everything within the Buddha's sacred site was laid out before them.

The fox mountain god couldn't see how terrifying the severed hand was, but it could see how horrifying the expressions of fear on the faces of the past and future Buddhas were.

Both of these Buddhas are at the peak of True Immortal status.

Even after his Dao Fruit was severed, he remained at the True Immortal level.

They were all on high alert, trembling under the gilded wheel, which showed how terrified they were by the severed hand.

Again.

Only the strong can feel the terror of the even stronger.

"That severed hand seems to be in a very strange state."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "When I look at it with my evil eye, it's like looking at a corpse, as if it has turned into an evil spirit after death and can't remember anything about its previous life."

The severed hand immediately brought up the matter of memory.

Chen Huangpi had previously dismissed it as mere rhetoric, but now he realized it was undeniably true.

Upon hearing this, the fox mountain god's two little eyes immediately darted around.

"Hey, I've got an idea."

The fox spirit said slyly, "Since it came after you and thinks it can find out who it is from you, then just make it up and tell it that it's in cahoots with us."

Chen Huangpi hesitated and said, "Will this... will this work?"

The brass oil lamp also said, "This is almost the Tao. It doesn't even bother to lie. If it finds out we've been deceived, wouldn't it fight us to the death?"

It itself was once a being that was almost akin to the Tao.

Although it is a magical artifact, it is not something that has been properly cultivated to that level.

But at least we know what would happen if these beings really clashed; once the battle begins, it's a fight to the death.

There is no room for compromise.

You could say they were all incredibly persistent madmen.

The fox mountain god said helplessly, "Huang Er, you're just talking nonsense. At this point, it's either risk your life or play it by ear. You can't expect me to fight it, can you?"

"A vixen is a vixen."

Silver Horn then said arrogantly, "Let me, your second master, go and meet it, and taste its saltiness!"

"Ah You?"

Chen Huangpi was shocked: "Silver Horn, could it be that I underestimated you? Do you actually have some earth-shattering ability?"

Silver Horn said, "I don't know. Big Brother was scared to death, and Yellow Skin Father, you guys are so afraid, but I can't feel how powerful it is. It's just a severed hand. I think I can kill it with one horn."

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi, the brass oil lamp, and the fox mountain god all fell silent.

I thought this Silver Horn had something to rely on.

So they didn't realize how terrible the severed hand was at all.

"Silver Horn, do you even know how to write the word 'death'?"

Golden Horn gritted his teeth and gripped his own neck tightly with his claws, making Silver Horn's eyes roll back in his head: "Big brother, stop choking me! You're choking me, you're choking yourself!"

"You still know that we're one entity now?"

Golden Horn retorted angrily, "Are you tired of living? I'm not tired of living yet! You can go up there to die, but first get out of my body!"

After saying that, he said to Chen Huangpi, "Huangpi's father, Silver Horn has a problem with its brain. Don't listen to it. I'll teach it how to write the word 'death' later, and it won't say such stupid things anymore."

Chen Huangpi said expressionlessly, "I'll teach it myself later."

But at this moment, they are outside the coffin.

The severed hand could no longer futilely recall what it once was.

It believed that as long as it ate the dried tangerine peel and the two Buddha statues, it would surely remember who it was and everything it had ever done.

And why his own body was trapped and killed in that hellish place by the Taixu God Nails.

First, the severed hand set its sights on the coffin.

It slowly crawled to the coffin, as if everything around it was its prey, and there was no way it could escape.

"A coffin made from the heartwood of the Jianmu tree."

The severed hand said in a deep voice, "Chen Huangpi, you have indeed not disappointed me. Everything related to you reminds me of something, but this coffin cannot protect you."

"It is neither a magic treasure nor a true spirit."

"It's just an extremely extravagant coffin. If it were me, I would never waste it like this. I would definitely refine it into a supreme treasure to contain my Dao Fruit."

As soon as it finished speaking, it pressed its finger against the coffin.

Available in the next second.

Buzz! ! ! !

The dense text on the coffin lit up instantly.

The golden characters moved like flowers, birds, fish, and insects, their brilliance dazzling.

The entire Buddhist temple was filled with the radiance of those words.

"Heaven grants a pardon!!!"

The Buddhas of the past and the Buddhas of the future are almost speechless.

This coffin was covered with inscriptions of Heaven's Pardon!

Who exactly made this coffin?
If a coffin were made solely from the heartwood of a Jianmu tree, it would indeed be extremely extravagant and a pure waste.

But adding the Heavenly Pardon Register changes everything.

To put it simply, this thing is the ultimate truth of heaven and the rules of the universe.

Ordinary cultivators simply cannot understand it, nor can they write a single word about it.

Only true immortals can discern even a fraction of it.

However, once one reaches a level close to the Dao, the Heavenly Pardon Register becomes a different matter. It not only allows one to comprehend the ultimate principles of heaven and earth but is also the most direct way to expound one's own Dao.

However, for beings who have their own Dao and expound the ultimate principles of heaven and earth with their own ideas, if one becomes immersed in it, the Heavenly Pardon will be the most poisonous poison.

At best, the Dao fruit will be reversed; at worst, the Dao will be destroyed.

Reflecting on one's own path is also the easiest time to stray from the right path.

In short, the status of this coffin is excessive.

The Buddha of the Past couldn't help but ask, "Chen Huangpi, where did this coffin come from? Is it perhaps meant to hold the deceased Heaven?"

Chen Huangpi was too lazy to pay attention to this past Buddha.

He had no time to explain; he was only thinking about whether to fight the severed hand or follow the unreliable idea suggested by the fox mountain god and try to fool it.

The severed hand remained silent for a moment.

It sensed a chilling aura inside the coffin.

It's like the sense of awe it felt when it wanted to enter the Ten Thousand Mountains.

It has the ability and the right to open this coffin and pull Chen Huangpi out from inside.

Because the coffin was not touched.

But that sense of awe made it stop.

"Chen Huangpi, do you come from the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

The man with the severed hand spoke in a surprisingly calm tone.

Chen Huangpi's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Yes, I do come from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Why are you chasing me?"

It's normal for someone with a severed hand to know about the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Could this change in attitude mean there's still a chance for things to turn around?
The severed hand said, "You don't remember, but I do. You once saw that ruined kingdom from afar on the sea. That was my prison. When I saw you, I remembered the names of the Yellow Springs and the Underworld Emperor."

"Therefore, I am certain that you know who I am."

"By consuming you, I can regain my true self."

That's what it said.

Chen Huangpi suddenly realized: "So the terrifying presence I felt back then was actually you."

He was at sea at the time and never thought of going ashore to check.

If they had gone ashore, they would probably have already suffered from the cruel hand that severed their hand.

However, as he thought about it, a sudden realization dawned on him.

This severed hand shouldn't be the immortal being I guessed it was.

Perhaps it really is that Emperor Donghua.

Chen Huangpi looked at the brass oil lamp, and saw the latter nod slightly.

“Family member, if you want to deceive him, never mention the Immortal Realm.”

"It is one of the Five Emperors of the Celestial Realm."

"The Immortal Venerable and the Abbot are now bitter enemies."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Chen Huangpi made his decision clear to the brass oil lamp: he really didn't intend to confront the severed hand of the Eastern Emperor head-on.

It's important to know that Emperor Donghua previously fought a great battle against the Taixu Gods and was the one who dominated them.

Even if he takes out that mask.

But he wasn't exactly a deity either.

Although the Great Emperor Donghua is dead, for some reason his physical body still exists, though it no longer possesses the power that was once close to the Dao.

But if they all fall from their current level, it's as if they haven't fallen at all.

The union of the three bodies of Buddha is close to the Tao.

Outrageously strong.

But after one's position is severed, one can only hide in the past and future and wait to die.

The severed hand then said, "Chen Huangpi, I will spare your life because you come from the Hundred Thousand Mountains and because of this coffin. You have no need to be afraid or worry about whether I am lying to you."

"I disdain such things. I say one is one, and I say two is two."

Even if it doesn't know who it is, this severed hand still possesses its own pride.

It does what it says it will do.

Or rather, the once almost Dao-like Emperor Donghua is dead.

But His physical body still retained His spirit.

That realm of existence cannot tolerate the slightest falsehood, nor would it stoop to lying to someone.

Then, the severed hand looked at the two Buddha statues.

"Eating you might help me remember many things."

The Buddhas of the past and the Buddhas of the future are filled with sorrow at this moment.

A gilded wheel revolved above their heads.

The three thousand worlds are reflected and born within it.

But they knew very well that even so, they could not stop the severed hand.

However, both the past Buddha and the future Buddha could see clearly that the severed hand's memories were chaotic, and it couldn't distinguish who it was at all. The only glimmer of hope was through misleading words.

Watching the severed hand slowly crawl towards them.

The gilded wheel spun faster and faster, golden clouds covered the sky and formed a barrier, and the chanting of Buddhas from the three thousand worlds resounded throughout the heavens and earth, but it still could not stop the severed hand.

This severed hand is malevolent; it hasn't even revealed its malevolent methods yet.

It relies solely on physical strength.

"Please stop, sir."

The Buddha roared, "This humble monk has a method that will allow you to attain enlightenment without having to devour me."

The severed hand did not stop.

The Future Buddha suddenly exclaimed, "The Immortal Realm! You are a being from the Immortal Realm!"

"In the Immortal Realm, there are five Great Emperors and also the Supreme Being of Ten Thousand Immortals."

"Although I do not know who you are, this gilded wheel reflects the three thousand worlds. You only need to enter it to experience all the things in your past lives in the great dream."

Upon hearing this, the severed hand immediately stopped: "The Mud Buddha's temple does indeed possess such extraordinary abilities; the gilded wheel and the three thousand worlds are all at the core of this temple."

Upon seeing this, Chen Huangpi immediately said urgently, "Nonsense! You're not some damned Emperor or Immortal Venerable from the Celestial Realm. You can't believe what these two bald monks say."

The severed hand hesitated and said, "Indeed, I feel nauseous when I smell their scent, but all I want to know is who I am."

This will let it know?

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but exclaim, "You are from the Pure Immortal Temple in our Ten Thousand Mountains!"

"Jingxian Temple?"

The man with the severed hand said in confusion, "I think I know this name."

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi anxiously thought to himself, "Huang Er, why are you bringing up Jingxian Temple? Besides Chen Daoxing and our master, who else in Jingxian Temple is close to the Dao?"

Yi Qingzhou doesn't count; he's only at the half-step shortcut.

The brass oil lamp said, "Those two damned Buddhas might actually be able to make the severed hand of the Eastern Emperor realize its own existence. If I don't use some strong medicine, this severed hand will kill us in a moment."

"You must be from the Immortal Realm!"

The Buddha of the Past and the Buddha of the Future said in unison, “Moreover, your status must be extremely noble. You could never be a Taoist from the Pure Immortal Temple. No matter how talented those Taoists are, they could never reach a state close to the Tao.”

"That seems to make some sense."

"Senior brother! They're trying to fool you!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "Who said that the disciples of our Jingxian Temple cannot be close to the Dao? Even 18,000 years ago, there were several senior brothers who touched that realm."

"These two damn Buddhas have never seen a genius. I only know one genius who reached the True Immortal realm in a day and ascended to the heavens in one step, achieving the Dao Fruit through the Dao of the Sword!"

"Who is that person?"

"Yi Qingzhou..."

"This name sounds familiar."

The severed hand fell silent again; it did indeed seem somewhat familiar with the name Yi Qingzhou.

But in reality, it's not that the former Emperor Donghua knew Yi Qingzhou; to be precise, it was that he knew Yi Qingzhou's father, the madman obsessed with sword forging.

That's why it sounds somewhat familiar.

The Buddhas of the past and the Buddhas of the future were so angry they were about to breathe fire.

"Your Excellency, do not listen to this fiend's clamor!"

"If you were truly a disciple of the Pure Immortal Temple, why didn't he tell you when he first met you? He was clearly lying to you!"

"That's because I'm scared!"

Chen Huangpi pinched his thigh and said aggrievedly, "I haven't seen my senior brother for a long time. Back then, he transformed into an evil being and many hands grew on his body. After he died, he cut off all those hands and disappeared without a trace."

"When I first saw my senior brother's severed hand, I thought it was some kind of evil spirit."

"Now that he asked me if I came from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, I finally understood."

"He's not some man with a severed hand, nor is he some 'sir'; he's just my senior brother who loves me the most!"

Chen Huangpi spoke each word as if weeping, his voice trembling with sobs.

He recalled all the grievances he had suffered in his life.

But the severed hand asked, "Since you say that I am your senior brother, then I ask you, what is my name?"

Chen Huangpi kicked open the coffin lid.

He gritted his teeth and said with unwavering determination, "Your surname is Xu, and your name is Xu Qingshan! You are a disciple of Jingxian Temple. You are exceptionally talented and a close friend of Yi Qingzhou. You also have another friend named Bai Qiuxian."

“You all come from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.”

"Your greatest skill is alchemy, because you have an innate affinity for the world's herbs and medicinal plants."

After saying that, he pulled the fox mountain god out.

The fox mountain god was so frightened that his fur stood on end.

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "Do you still remember it? It's called the Fox Mountain God, one of the two statues you made back then. Now it has received good fortune. Fox Mountain God, hurry, hurry and greet Xu Qingshan!"

"Xu Qingshan, it's me!"

The Fox Mountain God forced a smile and said, "Eighteen thousand years ago, you created me with your own hands. I never expected that you would become like this today. Why don't you go back to the Ten Thousand Mountains and let the Abbot take a look at you?"

The fox mountain god is incredibly cunning.

It knew that it was crucial not to let the thoughts of the severed hand stop at this moment.

You have to keep giving it all sorts of information so that it gets caught up in Xu Qingshan's scheme.

The severed hand said, "Since that's the case, then let me, Xu Qingshan, see what kind of scenes are in your little fox's memories." (End of this chapter)