Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The fox mountain god was dumbfounded by the words about the severed hand.

Chen Huangpi was startled and subconsciously placed his hand on the Soul-Hooking Book.

But the brass oil lamp pressed his hand down firmly.

At the same time, he roared in his heart, "Don't touch the mask of that Taixu deity, otherwise the severed hand of the Eastern Emperor will immediately attack us."

Chen Huangpi said anxiously, "But if it sees the memories of the Fox Mountain God, it will know that we are lying to it."

"No, not necessarily."

The brass oil lamp cried out, "The Fox Mountain God has the abbot and the Pure Immortal Temple in his memory. Let's take a gamble. If all else fails, we'll fight it head-on."

The fox mountain god has a problem with his memory.

The abbot's alternate identity as a heretic is an entity that jumped out from his memories.

As a result, the fox mountain god lost many of his memories.

Since the severed hand of the Eastern Emperor shows no sign of devouring the Fox Mountain God, it's worth taking a gamble.

Although the fox mountain god knew the second volume of the Dog-Raising Sutra, it had never practiced it.

Seeing the severed hand pressing down on its head, it was so frightened that the hairs on its body stood on end, and it almost collapsed to the ground. It wanted to do something, but before it could, everything went black.

It seemed to have become a book, a record of its own life.

Ancient cultivators possess methods for searching souls.

As for the severed hand, it didn't even need to use such methods. The moment it pressed against the Fox Mountain God's face, it was already casually flipping through the Fox Mountain God's memories.

However, to its disappointment...

The Fox Mountain God's memories were hazy and indistinct; everything was blurry and unclear.

"To make something out of a fake is quite a feat."

The severed hand released the fox mountain god, its voice tinged with confusion and pain.

See this scene.

Chen Huangpi quickly shielded the Fox Mountain God behind him and said with a forced smile, "Senior brother, what do you mean by 'practicing the fake into the real'? Have you remembered something?"

Hearing this, I realized that the practice had become so convincing.

Chen Huangpi's anxiety finally eased a little.

He knew that the fourth master of the heretical sect had been practicing the transformation of the fake into the real. After the severed hand saw the memories of the fox mountain god, he mentioned it again, indicating that there must be a connection between the two.

"I... no, I..."

The severed hand murmured, "In its memory, I seem to sense a pair of eyes, and an existence is practicing making the fake real. Its memory is no longer reliable."

"I can't see it clearly, I can't understand it."

"It's just unknown how many existences are encompassed in this practice of turning the false into the real."

The reason for the severed hand is hard to explain.

But the moment it looked through the memories of the fox mountain god, it sensed something was wrong.

The past timeline has been obscured by something.

It was a case of substituting the real for the fake, and it must have happened long before I touched the memories of this fox mountain god.

In the long river of time, events that once occurred on a timeline become distorted, with the real past and the false past overlapping, making it impossible for anyone to distinguish between them.

Ironically, those affected are unaware of this when they are not in contact with each other.

And once they come into contact with each other.

Then the fake timeline will be confused with the real one, and the truth will be indistinguishable.

In other words, when falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood.

No, for those who exist, that is true.

Suddenly, the severed hand felt a surge of fear.

An inexplicable fear.

"Could it be that my memories are also false?"

"Damn it! Hateful!"

Chen Huangpi said with heartache, "Senior brother, I was wondering why you couldn't remember who I was when you saw me. It turns out someone confused your memories, making you forget everything from the past!"

On the other side, the Buddha of the past stared wide-eyed in fury: "Absurd, absurd!"

"Don't be fooled by these cunning thieves."

"They must be confident that you won't find any flaws in their memory, which is why they brazenly let you examine it."

“This humble monk’s three thousand worlds can help you recall your past lives.”

"Don't believe them, they're all scammers!"

The future Buddha remains silent, for He can sense that their future destiny will surely be the unification of the three bodies of Buddha.

Therefore, He also joined this debate.

"The real can not be fake, the fake can not be real."

The Future Buddha said, "You must be from the Immortal Realm, not the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. As for Xu Qingshan's claim, it is utterly laughable."

"You bald monk, what do you mean?"

The brass oil lamp cried out, "You say we people of the Pure Immortal Temple are laughable?"

Having said that, it immediately said to the severed hand, "Xu Qingshan, you used to be sworn brothers with me, but now this bald monk is humiliating you like this, I can't stand it anymore."

"Go ahead and kill them, don't hold back for this lamp."

However, it would have been better if it hadn't said anything.

Upon speaking, the severed hand said in a subtle tone, "Golden-topped Heavenly Lantern?"

The brass oil lamp said, "Yes, it's me, it's me!"

Your words are not to be trusted.

The severed hand said coldly, "Although I can't remember the past, I know that the Golden-Topped Sky Lantern is cunning and deceitful, and not a single word he says can be believed."

Its attitude immediately turned cold.

They looked at Chen Huangpi and the others with a wary gaze.

The brass oil lamp was utterly astonished.

It assumed that the severed hand knew about the Golden Sky Lantern, which is why it deliberately admitted it.

Unexpectedly, things took a dramatic turn for the better.

So Huang Yi's bad reputation has actually implicated me.

"No, Xu Qingshan, I am not actually the Golden Sky Lantern."

With a determined effort, the brass oil lamp reverted to its original form, transforming into the sinister and eerie Nine Netherworld Lamp, covered in copper rust.

"I only share a wick with it."

"Its name is Huang Yi, my name is Huang Er, and I also have another name, Jiu Ming Shen Deng (Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp)."

"If you don't believe me, go into my memories and you'll see."

It is also a being that is close to the Tao.

He wasn't afraid at all of this severed hand searching his memories, especially since the Master and many other terrifying beings were in those memories.

The severed hand coldly said, "Your words are inconsistent; you are indeed a sophist and heretic. I will never believe you."

Its self-designation first changed from "this one" to "I," indicating some wavering. Now it has reverted to its old designation, clearly showing that it no longer trusts Chen Huangpi and his group.

This made Chen Huangpi so angry that his face turned black.

However, he knew that he must not rush things, especially at times like these.

The bad things have already started, and there's no going back.

Chen Huangpi said seriously, "Senior brother, this evil lamp is indeed untrustworthy, so I used the Dog Taming Sutra to subdue it. Don't worry, it can't cause any trouble."

"Believe me, we are fellow disciples."

"People of Jingxian Temple do not deceive people of Jingxian Temple."

The severed hand softened its attitude towards Chen Huangpi slightly, but it was only a return to its initial attitude.

But the dog-raising manual gave it an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It seemed to be a technique created by someone I knew very well.

The severed hand remained silent.

Chen Huangpi was immediately filled with anxiety.

His hand never loosened its grip on the Soul-Hooking Book, ready for a decisive battle.

But that's it.

The severed hand spoke up: "I don't like being lied to, but I don't believe either of you."

"I just want to know who I am."

"Killing is just a process, not the result I pursue."

Having said that, it looked at the two Buddha statues again.

The two Buddhas were about to speak.

The severed hand coldly replied, "Shut up, or I'll kill you two disgusting things right now."

It makes no attempt to hide its disgust for the two Buddhas.

Even if all memories are lost.

It still instinctively loathed the past Buddha and the future Buddha, or rather, it loathed the mud Buddha that was formed after the three bodies were combined.

Chen Huangpi said, "Senior brother, just tell me what you want to do, and I will definitely help you."

The man with the severed hand remained noncommittal: "I do need your help this time."

The Buddha of the Past said angrily, "Sir, even Chen Huangpi has spoken."

The man with the severed hand sneered, "He's different from you."

Having said that, the severed hand vanished instantly.

Chen Huangpi's evil eyes widened, but strangely, he couldn't detect any trace of the severed hand.

It was fast, purely due to the sheer speed of physical strength.

It was so fast that he couldn't keep up.

The Buddhas of the past and the Buddhas of the future are even more concerned about this.

Available in the next second.

Rumble…

A tremendous sound resounded throughout the entire Buddhist temple.

"Look, there's... Xu Qingshan's severed hand up there!"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "What is it going to do? Is it going to steal that gilded wheel?"

Chen Huangpi looked up.

At the center of the enormous, magnificent, and dazzling gilded wheel suspended at the very top of the Buddha's sacred site, the severed hand was manipulating its five fingers before plunging into it without hesitation.

A stream of deathly gray power surged from the severed hand into the gilded wheel.

He was the Great Emperor Donghua in his previous life.

The proof is the result of the path related to vitality.

Chen Huangpi had seen it with his own eyes; it was a world of trees, a myriad of creatures.

But after its death, its power was filled with a strong sense of death.

If you weren't someone who knew him very well, you would never recognize him as the Eastern Emperor.

The expressions of the past Buddha and the future Buddha changed drastically at this moment.

Because of their horrified discovery.

The gilded wheel, the Buddhist treasure summoned by them, is gradually slipping out of their control.

The severed hand of this terrifying being is vying with them for control of the gilded wheel.

"Stop it!"

The Buddha roared, "We must not let it succeed, or today will be our day of death."

As He spoke, He clapped his hands.

A gigantic swastika symbol appeared out of thin air and evolved completely in an instant, almost occupying the entire Buddha's sacred site. Its boundless power blasted towards the severed hand from the past.

The Future Buddha raised both hands, and a huge purple-gold bowl was lifted high by Him.

There was a spring in that purple-gold bowl.

Within the spring water, there are countless figures that resemble both gods and demons.

"kill!!!!"

Before the words were even finished, those god-like and demonic figures emerged from within, each possessing an incredibly powerful aura, comparable to true immortals, and charged forward recklessly.

This is the future self that He summoned through the blessings of the three thousand worlds.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi had no intention of getting involved and immediately placed the coffin horizontally in front of him.

The power of the past and the future blasted towards the severed hand.

To Chen Huangpi's astonishment...

The severed hand offered no resistance and was blasted away.

If it weren't for the fact that its physical body was so incredibly strong...

If it were an ordinary True Immortal, they would probably have died on the spot.

The Buddha exclaimed in surprise, "It doesn't even know how to fight!"

This... this simply gave Him an indescribable sense of absurdity.

Its aura was incredibly powerful.

The power of the physical body is even enough to blast open the Buddha's sacred site.

Despite having such a terrifying severed hand, it didn't even know how to fight, and could only endure the blows.

Recalling all that had happened before, the Buddha felt a surge of rage.

It turns out it was all bark and no bite. If I had known that, I should have fought it head-on from the start.

"My family!"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed excitedly, "This severed hand has no memory, so it doesn't know how powerful it was in life. It only has instinct. Perhaps we..."

That's where I left off.

Because the severed hand that was blasted away reached out and grabbed in an instant, the surrounding space instantly distorted, and it actually managed to grab the space with its physical strength.

No, that's not all.

A sting.

The severed hand tore the space apart.

Then, it seemed as if its murderous intent had been aroused.

Or perhaps some instincts were awakened.

The severed hand suddenly opened its palm, and a cold, merciless eye emerged from its center.

A faint, illusory image of a long river could be seen in those eyes.

It is the long river of time.

Then, Chen Huangpi felt a scene that was extremely familiar to him.

The severed hand slammed forward.

Immediately afterwards, endless golden swastika light swept over the Buddha of the past.

"It learned this method in the future."

Chen Huangpi exclaimed in surprise, "This is even more heaven-defying than Yi Qingzhou was back then! It, no, Senior Brother Xu's talent is indeed as Master said, amazing and exceptionally gifted!"

The Fox Mountain God shouted, "Well done, Xu Qingshan! You are indeed worthy of being the one who created me, the little fox! Kill these two bald monks! Let's bring honor to our Pure Immortal Temple!"

The techniques used by that severed hand were even more powerful than those of the Buddha of the past.

Furthermore, as it battles against it, it acquires more and more techniques.

In other words.

In the future, these two Buddhas and it will surely use many techniques in the great battle, but it will learn them all.

At this moment.

The brass oil lamp also abandoned any thought of taking the opportunity to join forces with the two Buddhas to deal with the severed hand.

Yes, we didn't know how to fight magic before.

But once they start fighting, they learn everything.

Having once been a being close to the Dao, his physical strength was already formidable, and now he has awakened his instinct to manipulate the power of time. Who could kill such a severed hand?

"Chen Huangpi, you must not use your tricks in front of this severed hand."

The brass oil lamp warned warily, "Otherwise, if it learns from you, it will be like Yi Qingzhou, beating you up as easily as playing around."

Chen Huangpi looked bitter: "But I've already used it before."

The voice just fell.

Then it became clear that the severed hand seemed impatient.

Or perhaps it simply dislikes these Buddhist methods.

In the eye of its palm, the phantom of the river of time reappeared, and this time it flowed forward.

From its perspective.

It leaped into the past and took in the entire scene of Chen Huangpi slaughtering ten thousand Buddhas on the Great Enlightenment Holy Mountain.

"The sword formation technique of the Tai Sui Sect?"

The severed hand frowned, remembering where Chen Huangpi's methods came from.

Tai Sui Sect, yet another name that felt incredibly familiar to it.

But the name didn't make it dislike it.

Instead, I had a strange feeling.

It's like the fading of prosperity, and the unspeakable melancholy of old friends.

However, it has already made up its mind and will not waste its thoughts at this time.

"Slay the Demon, Tai Sui!"

He severed his hand and sword finger, and in an instant, a deathly gray sword aura erupted from his fingertip.

The sword energy expanded and immediately transformed into an unparalleled sword.

The severed hand then grasped the sword.

He then slashed at the future Buddha with his sword.

One sword is drawn, and ten thousand swords follow.

With a single sword, the severed hand transformed into ten thousand swords. The Tai Sui Demon-Slaying Sword Qi was unleashed to its fullest extent, outlining and reflecting each other to form an incomparably terrifying sword array.

That sword formation encompasses the past and extends to the future.

With a deafening boom!!!
A deathly gray sword light erupted directly.

A deep ravine was forcibly carved out of the entire Buddha's sacred site.

Click...

Chen Huangpi heard the sound of the Buddha's sacred world cracking open.

"Is this... is this still my Tai Sui Demon Slayer?" Chen Huangpi's eyelids twitched wildly: "My Tai Sui Demon Slayer is just one of the most basic Three Absolute Sword Formations. It doesn't even include the Demon Extermination and Evil Breaking moves. How did it manage to do that?"

The difference in strength can no longer be bridged by simple mystical techniques.

External forces are external forces after all.

A truly powerful being is one in whose hands even a tree branch is comparable to a world-shaking magical weapon.

"As expected of Xu Qingshan, one of the three geniuses of our Pure Immortal Temple!"

Brass oil lamp said with a forced smile, "I only thought you could refine pills before, I didn't expect you to be so outstanding in swordsmanship. Oh, I remember now, you and Yi Qingzhou are good brothers."

“Yi Qingzhou understands swordsmanship, so he must have taught you.”

“Family member, Xu Qingshan treated you well when he was alive. You were the one he loved the most. Shouldn’t you hand over the entire Tai Sui Three Absolute Sword Formation to him?”

Having said that, it thought urgently to itself, "We've already learned how to slay demons with Tai Sui, so what's the difference if we don't learn the rest? Let's fool this severed hand first. I feel like we can really turn it into one of our own."

Chen Huangpi felt a chill run down his spine, but he also knew that the brass oil lamp was right.

If we don't teach it to our own people, why should we teach it to outsiders?

Who says the Eastern Emperor can't be Xu Qingshan from the Pure Immortal Temple?
That immortal venerable and my master had a past relationship.

This Emperor Donghua is too powerful; he can't trust those who aren't his own people.

"Brother, let me help you!"

Chen Huangpi roared and flicked his finger, instantly unleashing the Tai Sui Three Absolute Sword Formation.

A flicker of emotion flashed in the cold gaze of the severed hand.

"And there's also the Killing Sword Technique from our Pure Immortal Temple."

With a hardened heart, Chen Huangpi formed hand seals and unleashed the Soul Killing Technique of the Killing Sword Art.

This was one of the few Pure Immortal Temple practices he knew.

You could say it's a gamble.

This time, the look in the severed hand's eyes softened considerably.

But when he looked at the two Buddha statues, his killing intent was as chilling as a deadly winter.

"Chenhuangpi is enough."

The severed hand said softly, "These two disgusting things are nothing to me. Watch how I use your technique."

The words fell to the ground.

The severed hand moved five fingers.

Five streams of deathly gray energy surged from its fingertips.

Then, the three streams of energy transformed into three swords, which rushed into three different directions.

The remaining two energies transformed into two palms.

The hands formed a hand seal.

He immediately unleashed the Soul-Slaying Technique of the Killing Sword Art.

Then, a scene that left Chen Huangpi in awe occurred.

The Tai Sui Three Absolute Sword Formation rushed into three directions, directly occupying the three-dimensional structure of Heaven, Earth, and Man in this Buddhist temple.

The whole world turned into a sword formation.

Danger lurks everywhere, encompassing both the past and the future.

This was a use Chen Huangpi had never imagined before. His eyes gleamed with wonder, and he suddenly understood many things. The sword formation method of the Tai Sui Sect really had its merits.

He was too confident in the past, thinking that his method of turning swords into long rivers, which was derived from the essence of the Tai Sui Sect's sword formation, was already amazing enough.

But now, this severed hand is using the most basic Tai Sui Three Absolute Sword Formation, which has truly taught him a lesson.

The leader of the Tai Sui sect is also a being who is close to the Tao.

He was also the previous owner of the Tai Sui Killing Sword.

That's someone who narrowly lost to his master in a hundred-move sword duel.

How could their lineage be much weaker than the methods of the Pure Immortal Temple?

You should know that when Master established the Pure Immortal Temple, he had not yet attained the Dao; he was merely the one who was closest to the Dao among those who were close to it.

In a daze, Chen Huangpi recalled Yi Qingzhou's words.

"Junior brother, never underestimate anyone in the world."

At the same time, the Soul Killing Sword Technique used by the severed hand opened Chen Huangpi's eyes to a whole new level.

The Soul-Slaying Technique targets and kills the very soul.

But in the severed hand, it was the complete opposite.

An invisible and intangible force swept through the void.

The physical bodies of the past Buddha and the future Buddha instantly turned to ashes.

Only kill the physical body, not the soul.

How is this done?

The severed hand seemed to sense Chen Huangpi's confusion.

It patiently explained, "This Killing Sword Technique is based on killing intent. Originally, it only killed the soul, but I need to keep these two disgusting things for the time being, so I used my heart instead of my intent. The intent cuts off the soul, and the heart cuts off the body."

"However, your skill level is not high enough. If you want to use it, you will have to take a shortcut."

"You can skip the third hand seal of the Soul Killing Technique and use the fourth hand seal instead. When you cast it, pour your mental energy into it and you can do the same thing."

Chen Huangpi nodded and couldn't help but express his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

If only this severed hand really belonged to my senior brother.

It's a genuine religion.

However, after finishing his sentence, the severed hand headed off towards the gilded wheel.

The gilded wheel is the core of the entire Buddha's sacred site.

Similarly, it is also the reliance upon which the past Buddha and the future Buddha reflect the three thousand worlds.

A deathly gray aura once again flooded into the gilded treasure wheel.

With a severed hand no longer an obstacle, one can naturally be invincible.

The physical bodies of the past Buddha and the future Buddha have died, leaving only their divine souls to watch this scene with utter despair.

"Chen Huangpi, no matter how eloquently you speak, I know you're lying to it."

"It is definitely a being from the celestial realm."

"Just you wait, once it understands the truth, it will definitely kill you."

In the past, the Buddha hated Chen Huangpi so much that he wished he could eat its flesh raw and drink its blood.

Although it could not recognize the identity of the severed hand.

However, it can be deduced that this severed hand must have come from the Immortal Realm, either from one of the Five Emperors or the first Immortal Venerable of the Azure Heaven Era to ascend and discover the Immortal Realm.

It knows almost everything about those beings in the human world that are close to the Tao.

As for Xu Qingshan?
It had never even heard of it, but Yi Qingzhou had heard of it.

He is the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

His father was also a renowned genius back then, and he cultivated to the level of a true immortal even faster than that being. However, no one expected that the being would take every step with such utmost care and stability.

Those who were once more talented than him have all been left behind by him.

Until he became the Lord of the Heavenly Dao, whom all the powerful figures of the entire Heavenly Era had to admire.

Listen to the roars of the spirits of the past and future Buddhas.

Chen Huangpi felt uneasy.

The nicer the severed hand was to him, the more terrified he became.

Such a being wouldn't even stoop to lying; if the truth were discovered, they would probably hunt me down to the ends of the earth.

The brass oil lamp said, "Don't be afraid of our own kind. It already dislikes those two bald monks. We have an inherent advantage. Besides, the abbot said, 'When the false is taken for the true, the true becomes false.'"

"The abbot has already mastered the art of turning a fake into a real thing, so why can't you, his precious disciple, also turn a fake into a real thing once?"

Chen Huangpi took a deep breath: "One lie requires more lies to maintain it. I'm afraid the truth will eventually come out."

"Then let's find a way to get rid of it."

The Fox Mountain God secretly transmitted his voice: "When I first suggested this idea, it was just a whimsical thought. Aren't we going to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty? Let's find an opportunity to leave it in the mortal world."

At this moment, Golden Horn spoke up, weakly saying, "Yellow Skin Father, no... what does Master Xu Qingshan want with that broken wheel?"

"Brother, is there even a need to think about this?"

Silver Horn said smugly, "I can see it all. Master Xu must be going to the Three Thousand Worlds to reflect on himself, and then he will remember that he is Xu Qingshan."

"Xu Qingshan used to frequent the Sutra Repository."

“I remember him; he really liked alchemy.”

"We'll have him refine a powerful pill for us then. Maybe if we take it, we'll be separated."

Silver Horn's words were very sincere.

Because it genuinely misunderstood the situation and truly believed that the severed hand belonged to Xu Qingshan.

Just then, the severed hand turned its head to look at Silver Horn.

"Alchemy? I do seem to be good at it."

The severed hand said in a low voice, "When I came out of that cage to seek myself, I found that every blade of grass and every tree in this world was extremely kind to me. Refining pills for you is not a big problem."

Silver Horn was overjoyed: "Uncle Xu, you are so kind to me."

The severed hand said, "You are the son of Di Ting. I can tell. I should have been to the Yellow Springs and Yin Land, and perhaps I have even met your father."

"impossible."

Silver Horn shouted, "Uncle Xu, when did you see my father? My father died a long time ago. The person you saw back then was me and my elder brother. It was you, Bai Qiuxian, Meng Qiuhe, and the others who brought my elder brother and me to Jingxian Temple."

"You've forgotten, but I haven't."

“Brother, say something! You were the one who led the way for them and told them where the most yellow mud was.”

"Yes, that's how it is."

Golden Horn was suffering in silence, wishing he could slap Silver Horn to death.

Huangpi always says that he's not very bright, but compared to that idiot Yinjiao, he's practically the smartest one in the Diting clan.

In this situation, that idiot Silver Horn didn't see anything wrong at all.

Didn't it notice that Huangpi's father's hand, which was pressed against the Soul-Hooking Book, never moved away?

The man with the severed hand remained silent as he listened.

It couldn't remember the past, but Silverhorn's words were very sincere.

There is absolutely no falsehood in what he said; every word came from the heart.

But the Golden Horn is different.

Like that brass oil lamp, its eyes darted around, suggesting it wasn't a good thing.

"I've forgotten so many things, I've even forgotten who I am."

The severed hand murmured in his heart: "When I remember, perhaps I won't be in so much pain. Xu Qingshan, am I really Xu Qingshan? I am a genius of the Pure Immortal Temple, I come from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

"I have an immense affinity for plants and trees."

“I have an image of the Child of Di Ting, and I have great awe for that being in the Ten Thousand Mountains.”

"Could that being be my master?"

"But why do I dare not step in? I feel ashamed. Have I betrayed my sect?"

The man with the severed hand had many questions in his mind.

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp, the fox mountain god, and the Golden Horn and Silver Horn revealed too much information.

Ironically, it felt something about all of this information.

It couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood for a while.

Fortunately, it has now spread to the entire gilded wheel.

It soon found out who it really was.

Thinking of this, Duan Shou glanced at Chen Huangpi gently. If he were Xu Qingshan, then Chen Huangpi would be his junior brother, and he would definitely protect him.

"Junior brother, I need to borrow something from you."

The word "junior brother" filled Chen Huangpi with joy: "Senior brother, just tell me, I'll lend you anything you need."

The severed hand said, "I'll borrow your body for a bit."

Having said that, it suddenly pressed down on the gilded wheel.

A surging, deathly gray aura instantly filled the entire Buddhist temple.

The severed hand violently turned the gilded wheel.

Click...

Click...

The Buddha's sacred site collapsed instantly.

The three thousand worlds fell from that gilded wheel.

Or rather, it is the Buddha's sacred site that is falling into those three thousand worlds.

The physical bodies of the past Buddha and the future Buddha were directly swallowed up. Without thinking, Chen Huangpi grabbed the brass oil lamp and jumped into the coffin. The brass oil lamp separated its hands and grabbed the Golden Horn, Silver Horn, and Fox Mountain God, and they all shrunk inside.

"I don't trust these two disgusting things."

The severed hand said indifferently, "But by reflecting on your past, I can distinguish between truth and falsehood, and I can also know who I really am."

Since the Buddhas of the past and the Buddhas of the future are certain that it comes from the celestial realm.

Then cast all the Buddhas of the past and the Buddhas of the future into those three thousand worlds, and forcibly rotate them with a gilded wheel to reflect all their past knowledge of the celestial realm.

Since Chen Huangpi and the others said it came from the Ten Thousand Mountains and was called Xu Qingshan.

Then everything about Xu Qingshan will also be revealed.

That memory is completely invisible to it.

But the past lives of Chen Huangpi and the others can be passively revealed.

The gilded treasure wheel keeps turning.

The entire Buddha's sacred site had collapsed, with only the three thousand worlds appearing and disappearing amidst the golden light.

If someone were to look at the Great Enlightenment Mountain of the Three Bodies of Ten Thousand Buddhas from a great distance at this moment, they would be shocked to discover that a mirage-like scene was appearing in the sky above the entire mountain.

"Let's first look at the fox's past life."

With a flick of the severed hand, the scene rippled as if it had been moved by an invisible hand.

Then, the severed hand saw the Ten Thousand Mountains.

That is, the perspective of the Fox Mountain God when it was still a stone.

As the sun rose and set, I lost track of how much time had passed.

A young man in a Taoist robe walked over, and with a wave of his hand, the stone flew out of thin air: "Finally found it. It's a pity it has cracks, but it will have to do with it."

The man with the severed hand stared blankly at the Taoist priest, muttering, "Is this Xu Qingshan? Is this me when I was young?"

Soon, Xu Qingshan began to create a god.

He made two statues, one of the fox mountain god and the other of the weasel mountain god.

“My fellow disciples usually only make one, but I have two to hand in. Even if the consecration fails, the abbot shouldn’t blame me.”

Xu Qingshan waved his hand happily, and with the two statues shrinking to an inch, he headed towards Jingxian Temple.

He soon arrived at his destination.

Everything that happened during that time was exactly the same as what Chen Huangpi had once witnessed.

But when they entered the main hall, on their way to the world within the Flying Immortal Painting, the scene suddenly blurred.

The man with the severed hand stammered, "The Flying Immortal Diagram... I remember this treasure. It seems to be in the Immortal Realm, but how do I know that? Could it be that I've been to the Immortal Realm?"

"Let's take a look at the past life of the son of Di Ting."

With a flick of his severed hand, he activated the gilded wheel, which had been corrupted to a deathly gray color.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn had already died, and their memories from when they were the children of Di Ting immediately manifested.

The son of Di Ting roams the Yin Earth, pursuing the Yellow Springs.

Most of the memories of Golden Horn and Silver Horn are basically about doing these two things: eating and drinking their fill, then sleeping, and then eating and drinking again after waking up. As the first Yama King and the first descendant of Di Ting, they can go wherever they want.

It can be said that they wield power and influence in the underworld.

On this day, they hid on the banks of the Yellow Springs River, among the countless dead and helpless people who were like weeds, their rear ends sticking out, each staring with its eight clear, foolish eyes, looking at the Taoist priests with great curiosity.

"Senior Brother Meng, what are those two Sons of Di Ting doing? Are they spying on us?"

"They were so close, and they were sticking their butts out; it didn't look like they were peeping."

“Junior Brother Xu, go and send them away. The creatures of the Yellow Springs Yin Land are different from those of the human world. These two are at most equivalent to two or three-year-old children. Watch your tone.”

"Don't worry, junior brother, I know what I'm doing."

Xu Qingshan walked over.

Suddenly, Golden Horn and Silver Horn jumped out of the bushes and shouted, "Taoist Master, you're wrong! We were just peeping!"

Xu Qingshan said helplessly, "What are you two doing? We need to go dig for yellow mud and don't have time to play with you. The changes in the world are about to begin, so you should go home quickly."

Golden Horn said, "Daoist Master, we're not going home. Home isn't fun. We want to go to the human world!"

Silver Horn said in a simple and honest way, "We're going to do something big! Daoist, please take us with you. We know where there's lots of yellow mud, and we also know the fastest way back to the human world."

Xu Qingshan frowned and said, "You are too young. It is safer for you to stay in the Yellow Springs Yin Land. The human world is not as interesting as you think."

"I do not believe."

"If my brother doesn't believe it, then I won't believe it either."

Golden Horn grinned maliciously and threatened, "We're going to the human world. If you don't take us with you, we'll call for help and tell everyone about your digging in the yellow mud."

Silver Horn then tempted them, saying, "But if you take us with you, we'll take you anywhere in the underworld. Our father is the King of Hell in the First Court, and he has a lot of treasures."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingshan looked at Jinjiao and Yinjiao as if they were fools.

Is there something wrong with the brain of this Child of Di Ting?

Without hesitation, he turned and left, and the Taoist priests vanished instantly.

But no matter where you go.

You can find them both at Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

And they don't even bother pretending anymore.

"Uncle Xu, Master Xu, Master Meng, please take us brothers to see the world."

“We were just making empty threats when we threatened you before.”

"I dream of going to the human world, I want to go so badly."

"We can be your mounts, please, we're begging you, we brothers are begging you."

Golden Horn and Silver Horn kowtowed without any restraint, eagerly begging Xu Qingshan and the others to take them to the human world.

To them, the human world was incredibly novel.

It is nothing compared to the lifeless and gloomy world of the Yellow Springs.

Then, Meng Qiuhe had no choice but to say to Xu Qingshan, "Junior brother, you should take these two things with you. They have completely disgraced the Son of Di Ting."

“Take them to the human world and let them see. Once they realize that the human world is not as good as they think, they will naturally beg to return to the Yellow Springs.”

"Alright, then take them with you." (End of Chapter)