Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 11: The Earthy Smell is Too Strong

"Chen Huangpi, do you feel it? It seems to be safe!"

The large dog transformed from the brass oil lamp barked incessantly.

"It really seems so."

Chen Huangpi was a little surprised. The Dog Rearing Scripture allowed him and the brass oil lamp to be of one mind, and his spiritual sense was naturally enhanced by the latter.

The suffocating feeling of being surrounded by crisis, as if walking on thin ice, had disappeared at some point.

Moreover, he could even feel that the aura of the evil god, which was about to become a Yellow Peril, had suddenly become incredibly weak.

It seemed as if it was about to dissipate.

Chen Huangpi frowned, "The earth dragon turning over hasn't ended, and the yellow mud hasn't flowed back into the Yellow Springs. Why did it suddenly become like this?"

"I don't know!"

The brass oil lamp shook its dog head, puzzled. "Perhaps those four minor gods injured it?"However, it didn't even believe its own words.

The four deities might be able to smash and shatter that evil god, but they couldn't kill it.

As long as the earth dragon turning over didn't end and the mud from the Yellow Springs didn't flow back, the evil god polluted by it could absolutely not be killed.

Moreover, the deities' dharma bodies were like paper in front of that yellow mud.

Touching it would lead to pollution.

No matter how strong they were, they couldn't deal with the evil god.

So the question was, who on earth had injured that evil god so badly?

The brass oil lamp even had the illusion that the evil god's aura was so weak it seemed on the verge of death.

"Huang Er, is there such a terrifying existence in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

The brass oil lamp shook its head like a rattle drum.

What a joke. Without the Temple Master's permission, the Hundred Thousand Mountains couldn't give birth to such a powerful existence.

But it wasn't certain. The Temple Master had already gone mad, and now it was Chen Huangpi patrolling the mountains. It was possible that some evil entity or evil god had taken advantage of this breathing room to transform.

"Forget it, don't think about it. Let's hurry back to the temple. I miss the Temple Master!"

The brass oil lamp urged Chen Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi knew that Huang Er didn't miss his master; it was scared.

"I miss master too."

The endless stream of essence qi between Chen Huangpi's two kidneys had become extremely weak, and the brass oil lamp's oil was almost depleted. Fortunately, it was daytime now, not as dangerous as the night. Although the mountain roads had changed and the rivers had reversed, he could still recognize the direction of the Pure Immortal Temple.

...

At this very moment, above the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a graceful figure was flying rapidly, seemingly searching for something.

At night, cultivators of any level could not fly.

Otherwise, they would disturb the evil entities.

But there was no such restriction during the day.

"People, people, where are the people?"

It was Twelfth Madam's voice.

However, at this moment, she had lost her true body and her foundation. Her Nascent Soul was already showing signs of dissipating.

When a cultivator reached the Nascent Soul stage, they were already a completely different species from mortals.

Although the eight-hundred-year lifespan was a fixed fate, the body was just a vessel that could be changed at will.

However, this was the Hundred Thousand Mountains, teeming with evil entities. Without the support of a deity statue, she couldn't send messages to the outside world, nor could she contact those few house slave cultivators.

Even more fatal was that the scene that had just occurred was too terrifying.

It had simply scared her out of her wits. When she fled, she had no time to think about a new vessel.

Right now, Twelfth Madam didn't even know where she was. To think of finding the remnants or her house slave cultivators along the path Chen Huangpi had taken to seize a body was simply wishful thinking.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have separated from that shamaness."

Twelfth Madam gritted her teeth.

When they were fleeing earlier, Granny Tang and she had fled in opposite directions, one east and one west.

If they hadn't separated, there would still be room for maneuver now.

However, it was only room for maneuver.

Because the mountain god Granny Tang worshipped had not died.

When Twelfth Madam thought of the scene at that time, she couldn't help but tremble.

When the bizarre white-robed old Daoist appeared, wanting to eat the four deities raw, the evil god that was turning into a Yellow Peril stood there in terror like a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered, not daring to move a muscle.

No, even pigs and sheep would resist.

But that evil god was like a dish to be eaten at will.

That's right, a dish.

Because Twelfth Madam had watched with her own eyes as the white-robed old Daoist lifted the evil god's skullcap, ate the brain matter inside, and savored it, his intoxicated expression showing immense satisfaction. Only then did he take a bite, gnawing off a large part of its torso.

The sound of chewing, the sound of swallowing.

Every sound carried extreme cruelty.

Yet, the white-robed old Daoist was truly savoring it.

"The earthy smell is too strong, not moist enough for the mouth!"

"Tasteless, not as good as Huangpi'er."

After saying that, the white-robed old Daoist really stopped tasting the evil god and instead brought his head to the temple gate.

He sniffed.

As if he smelled something.

Then, Twelfth Madam saw a scene that completely shattered her Dao heart.

"Human qi!!!! It's human qi!!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

The white-robed old Daoist's expression became extremely distorted, as if he had gone completely mad. The temple gate exploded open, and the four deities inside, as if the apocalypse had come, fled for their lives.

But there was no escape.

The white-robed old Daoist just grabbed with both hands, and the true bodies of the four deities' statues kept shrinking, falling into his palm in despair.

"Spare us! Spare us!"

The high and mighty deities begged bitterly.

But the white-robed old Daoist ignored them. He opened his mouth and sucked, draining all the incense qi from the four deities.

The three deities transformed from cultivators instantly turned into a pile of sand.

As for the fox mountain god, Twelfth Madam didn't know, because she had already fled in terror by then.

She didn't see what happened afterward.

Besides, she didn't dare to look.

Who knew if the white-robed old Daoist would want to eat people after finishing the deities.

And just at that moment, Twelfth Madam suddenly paused, a look of ecstasy flashing in her eyes.

"It's that kid!"

Looking down from above, in the mountain forest ahead, there was a young boy riding a large yellow dog and wearing a Daoist robe. It was Chen Huangpi.

And what made Twelfth Madam even more ecstatic was that the auras of both Chen Huangpi and the large dog were extremely weak.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, as long as the Nascent Soul did not dissipate, a vessel could be replaced at any time.

"Chen Huangpi, good brother, family!"

"What's wrong, Huang Er?"

Chen Huangpi knew what Huang Er was thinking, but he played dumb with a mischievous heart.

The brass oil lamp said angrily, "Our minds are connected, how dare you ask me what's wrong? Stop the nonsense and quickly undo the Dog Rearing Scripture. You're too heavy, you're going to break my back."

Chen Huangpi quickly said, "Huang Er, don't be anxious. I certainly can't bear to see you like this, but the Dog Rearing Scripture is too heretical. I have to study it carefully to make sure there are no mistakes, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" the brass oil lamp asked anxiously.

Chen Huangpi laughed inwardly, but said, "Otherwise, it might be like this time. We clearly agreed that I would be the running dog and you would be the master, but now I'm riding you. Our feelings are so deep, I must be cautious."

"You'd be so kind?"

The brass oil lamp didn't believe it, always feeling that Chen Huangpi was lying.

He was thick-skinned, even true fire couldn't refine him.

He was completely shameless.

"Family, you don't believe me? Fine, let's undo the Dog Rearing Scripture now. If something really goes wrong, don't blame me!"

Chen Huangpi was angry!!

This made the brass oil lamp waver a little.

"Family, good friend, don't be angry. I shouldn't have doubted you. It was my fault."

Thinking this, the brass oil lamp remembered that it had been the one to lie to Chen Huangpi first, saying it was a magic treasure and couldn't be a dog.

Perhaps because of this, the Dog Rearing Scripture was reversed?

Thinking this, for a moment, it felt a little ashamed.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi was pleased with himself.

But just then, the brass oil lamp suddenly said, "Chen Huangpi, look quickly, isn't that some madam flying over from the sky?"

"Twelfth Madam?"

Chen Huangpi subconsciously looked up and met the eyes of Twelfth Madam, who was silently gliding towards him.

"Madam, you're not dead?"

"Yes... yes..."

Twelfth Madam had originally planned to sneak up behind Chen Huangpi and directly seize his vessel.

But who would have thought that she would be discovered as soon as she got close.

This made her instantly wary.

"Little..."

Twelfth Madam opened her mouth but didn't know how to address Chen Huangpi, so she could only say, "Have you seen those remnants, or my few house slaves?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head, "No, they separated from me long ago."

"Then do you remember the general direction before you separated?"

"It seemed to be to the east, or maybe to the west. It was very scattered and chaotic, I can't say for sure."

Chen Huangpi was telling the truth.

He really hadn't paid attention to the whereabouts of those people.

Naturally, he wouldn't remember.

Twelfth Madam's face showed hesitation. Her Nascent Soul body couldn't delay any longer. The auras of this Chen Huangpi and the large dog were indeed weak. This might be her only chance.

In fact, if her Dao heart hadn't been shattered by fear, she wouldn't be so hesitant.

Once she made a decision, she would act decisively.

But, times had changed.

"Granny Tang..."

Twelfth Madam suddenly looked ahead and said in pleasant surprise, "You're not dead either?"

Chen Huangpi turned his head to look, but saw nothing.

"Die!"

Twelfth Madam let out a sinister, sharp cry. The sound carried a concussive force, a method specifically for attacking the soul.

At the same time, a sinister character appeared in each of her hands, glowing with a strange color.

She slapped them fiercely at Chen Huangpi's head.

Striking out so ruthlessly, she naturally gave Chen Huangpi no chance to react.

But the brass oil lamp was different. It looked at the murderous Twelfth Madam, its two torch-like dog eyes filled with ridicule.

"Idiot!"

The Temple Master had refined Chen Huangpi like alchemy for so long and hadn't even burned a single hair.

You, a cultivator with only a Nascent Soul body, on the verge of your soul dissipating, think you can kill him with a slap of your two hands?

In your dreams.

However, the next second, the brass oil lamp couldn't laugh anymore.

The moment Twelfth Madam's hands slapped Chen Huangpi's head, with a bang, Chen Huangpi's body stiffened, and his whole person froze instantly.

A cold, gray, membrane-like strange light instantly flashed across his body.

Then, strange characters like flowers, birds, fish, and insects appeared on Chen Huangpi's skin. Wisps of black smoke drilled out from his pores. The black smoke was extremely similar to the black smoke wrapped around the mutated deity statue, but it carried an even purer evil qi.

(End of Chapter)