Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 77 Everyone has a share
Inside the main hall of Jingxian Temple.

There was a burst of noise.

Chen Huangpi took down the portrait of his master, rolled it up and threw it to the ground.

“Gently, gently!!!”

The Fox Mountain God's fur exploded, and he hurriedly caught the three portraits of the temple master, saying timidly, "Where should I put it? Where should I put it?"

This is the portrait of the master of the temple.

Don't take tangerine peel seriously.

It doesn't dare to just let it go.

The brass oil lamp said, "If it doesn't work, just hold him like this. When the temple master wakes up, he might praise you for being filial."

"Isn't this bad..."

The Fox Mountain God was about to cry: "I am just a mountain god, I dare not overstep my bounds. Otherwise, Huang Er, you can hold me. You were created by the temple master, you are definitely more suitable than me."

"I can not."

The brass oil lamp uttered three words with gloating.

It has stayed in Jingxian Temple for so many years.

Isn’t it clear what can be done and what cannot be done?

The Fox Mountain God pleaded, "Huang Er, please show me a way out. I am really scared."

"Hmm? What's your name?"

"Brother Huang..."

"That's pretty much it."

The brass oil lamp said in a bleak voice, "There is a way out. Do you see the Taoist robe Chen Huangpi is wearing?"

"I want to make a Taoist robe too?"

The Fox Mountain God asked tentatively.

This Taoist robe was made by Yubaba for Chen Huangpi, and as a mountain god, he naturally knew about it.

Besides, Chen Huangpi didn't hide it.

The brass oil lamp sneered, "You fox, you are not as good as your temple priest. When someone makes a Taoist robe, it is a token of their heart. You are imitating others, but everyone knows what you are thinking. How about this, you become my dog, and I will protect you in return."

"No, no, no."

The Fox Mountain God shook his head violently. He just wanted to be Chen Huangpi's dog.

Instead of being a Chen Huangpi dog.

The difference between close and distant relatives is not significant.

Besides, this brass oil lamp is so broken. If you really treat it as its dog, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause you.

The brass oil lamp was furious and said, "You don't want to do this, and you don't want to do that. Well, then you can wait for death."

"I……"

The Fox Mountain God was caught in a dilemma and felt bitter in his heart.

It's all my own fault.

I have to mention that the master of the temple always moves around at night.

As a result, no one knew what was going on in Chen Huangpi's mind, but he insisted on nailing the master of the temple to the wall.

Said that I can't move like this.

When the master of the temple wakes up, he will probably peel off his own skin.

And just then.

Chen Huangpi's voice rang out: "Huang Er, don't scare the Fox Mountain God. It has been guarding the master's body. Even if it has no merit, it has worked hard. You can't treat it like this."

As he said that, Chen Huangpi jumped down from the altar.

"And you, Fox Mountain God."

Chen Huangpi said seriously: "Don't be afraid, I told Master not to eat you. Master loves me the most, you will be fine."

"Thank you, Chen Huangpi."

The Fox Mountain God was deeply moved and wanted to take this opportunity to bow down and worship.

However, it did not dare to do so as it was holding the portrait of the master.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be like a master apprenticing to his disciple?

That would completely break the rules of seniority and hierarchy in Jingxian Temple.

Chen Huangpi had no idea what the Fox Mountain God was thinking.

He looked at his master's corpse that was about to grow a third head, and said to the brass oil lamp, "Huang Er, help me lift the master's corpse onto the altar, so it will be easier for me to hammer in the nails."

As soon as these words came out.

The brass oil lamp was dumbfounded: "What? Me?"

"Yes, just you. No one else can slack off today."

These words fell on the ears of the brass oil lamp.

No one should be lazy...

It clearly means that no one can survive!
The brass oil lamp said with a bitter face: "I have thin arms and legs, so I don't have much strength. Yes, Ah Gui, Ah Gui is very strong, just call him."

Sudden……

Chen Huangpi's Soul-Catching Book suddenly gave off a chill.

As soon as the ghost's head popped out, it shrank back again.

"Master, the golden horn is unruly and hard to tame. I'm afraid one day is not enough. Give me a few more days and I will definitely make it learn to shut up."

After saying this, the Soul-Catching Book was as dead as ever, without any movement at all.

This time.

There is no more excuse for a brass oil lamp.

He had no choice but to grow sixteen arms dejectedly, and together with Chen Huangpi, carry the body of the temple master to the altar.

Immediately afterwards, a series of thundering and clanging sounds were heard.

As Chen Huangpi hammered the last nail in.

He shook his master's body again.

The clothes of the corpse were fixed tightly with nails, so it could not move.

"Huang Er, what do you think of my craftsmanship?"

“I don’t dare to comment.”

"Ok."

Chen Huangpi didn't take it seriously. He looked his masterpiece up and down, and suddenly said, "Don't mention it. Master looks much more majestic standing on the altar than those gods."

Hear this.

The brass oil lamp and the fox mountain god looked up at the altar at the same time.

There were originally many gods enshrined in Jingxian Temple.

Those gods all stood on the altar.

But later they were all kicked out.

Now, the master of the temple stood on the altar, his robe nailed to the wall, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt an indescribable and inexplicable weirdness. The brass oil lamp racked his brains.

I can't find an appropriate word to describe it.

Always, as weird as tangerine peel.

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore."

Chen Huangpi clapped his hands and said, "I have used up all the power that the magic tree gave me. I have to water it more and get more."

We will go to the God’s Tomb tomorrow.

If I don’t have enough power to squander, I can only make the magic tree suffer more.

After saying that, Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged.

Immediately afterwards, the crazy and painful howling of the magic tree could be heard faintly from the kidney temple in his body.

……

At this moment.

The junction of Shiwanda Mountains and Xuzhou City.

This place has served as a buffer zone since the great changes in heaven and earth.

Although it is a plain, it is covered with towering trees.

Each of those trees was so thick that it took five or six adults to hug it. Looking up, the shortest ones were nearly a hundred meters tall, with lush branches and leaves that completely blocked out the sunlight.

These trees face the Shiwan Mountains.

While heading towards Xuzhou City.

But what is strange is that the leaves on the side facing Xuzhou City are turning yellow, while the leaves on the side facing the Shiwan Mountains are lush and green, a scene full of vitality.

A white-faced man wearing a black gown and a small bronze seal on his waist was walking through the dense forest.

The man's name was Song Jiu, and he was Song Tiangang's servant.

Song Jiu took small steps leisurely. Although his pace was extremely slow, each step he took could carry him nearly a hundred feet away.

"The lady's fate card is broken."

"Although she brought this upon herself, she is still a daughter of the Song family."

"I received two orders on this trip. One is to collect the bodies, and the other is to take revenge."

"There are ways to die in Jingxian Temple."

Song Jiu was mumbling something, but he didn't know who he was talking to.

But there was indeed a voice as loud as a huge bell responding to him.

"I am the City God of Qing'an County. I have brought all eight hundred grass heads under my command with me to serve you."

"Well, I will show my support to the adults when the time comes."

As the saying goes, there are seven rank officials in front of the prime minister.

Although Song Jiu is Song Tiangang's servant.

But if we look at him from the outside, which of the city gods of the four counties under the jurisdiction of Xuzhou dares to look down on him?
Everyone calls him "sir".

Moreover, when Song Jiu came this time, he also brought a seal and temporarily held the title of acting county magistrate.

With the blessing of popularity, he naturally dares to be arrogant in front of the City God of Qing'an County.

Song Jiu didn't walk fast.

After all, the Ten Thousand Mountains is a forbidden area full of evil.

He brought with him a city god and eight hundred grass-headed gods.

Although the momentum is huge, we are not afraid of evil.

But if you really parade through the streets, it will probably cause the evil spirits to become restless. If you encounter a disaster, you will be entangled. If you happen to encounter an evil that can be called a calamity, you will have to go back in disgrace.

"it's dark."

Song Jiu looked up at the sky and saw the giant sun slowly sinking into the westernmost part of the Ten Thousand Mountains. Until the last ray of sunlight disappeared, a red moon rose from the opposite direction.

The entire Ten Thousand Mountains fell into darkness.

Looking around, it was pitch black everywhere.

From time to time, there were rustling sounds.

It was as if there was some man-eating beast hiding in the darkness.

Song Jiu snorted coldly, but didn't take it seriously and sat down cross-legged.

A shadow in green armor appeared above his head, opened his mouth and spit out a flame that burned on the ground.

The flame was restrained and could not spread outward.

Only the area within a radius of ten meters is illuminated.

Simultaneously.

in the dark.

A strange voice sounded.

"Uncle Yang, Song Jiu brought a statue of the county god with him. He won't find us, right?"

"Don't worry. If we were in the outside world, the county god would only need to take a glance to find you and me. But this is the Shiwan Mountains. He will only regard us as evil."

"Yes, I still understand the principle that it is darkest under the lamp."

Wang Mingdao felt the coldness in Uncle Yang's body and suddenly felt extremely relieved.

He is the only son of Wang Taifu and also the Zuo Weilang.

In order to find out what Song Tiangang is up to.

Wang Mingdao had been quietly hiding in the dense forest of Shiwandashan since this time yesterday.

But I didn't expect that the one who came to guard was Song Jiu.

Moreover, he also brought a statue of the county god.

Fortunately, Uncle Yang is strange. He is his father’s best friend who became a god on the spot. However, this is just his superficial statement. In fact, he is an evil being who turned into a god.

Evil and strange things are as insidious to human beings as fire and water.

But Uncle Yang is different, it is very strange and different.

Anyway, Wang Mingdao had never seen someone as eccentric as Uncle Yang, who could understand human language and human affairs, and treated him like his own son or nephew.

Uncle Yang has no physical body, but exists like a shadow.

Wang Mingdao stood in the shadow, and all his aura was concealed, as if he was covered with an evil skin.

"Song Jiu will go to the Jingxian Temple tomorrow, but you and I cannot get close."

"It's enough for me to just take a look from a distance."

Wang Mingdao knew it in his mind. There were a hundred gods trapped in front and behind the Jingxian Temple. Is it a place that he and Uncle Yang dare to set foot in?
It's enough to take a look from a distance and know what the situation is.

As the saying goes, there is no time in the mountains.

This night came quickly and went away quickly.

The next day came in the blink of an eye.

Song Jiu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Let's go to Jingxian Temple!"

(End of this chapter)