Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 13: Chen Huangpi is Eaten

Chen Huangpi walked into the Pure Immortal Temple with a heavy heart.

"First Master, Second Master, I'm back!"

Although his master usually wore a purple robe during the day, he would sometimes wear a white one.

So, Chen Huangpi always called out for both at the same time to avoid making a mistake.

"Strange, is master not in the temple?"

Chen Huangpi frowned and walked into the main hall, but he didn't see his master, which made him very worried.

Last night, he had encountered the earth dragon turning over while patrolling the mountains, forcing him to spend the night outside and only return to the temple at noon.

Could it be that his master was worried about him, or had he gotten hungry and run out on his own?

And just at that moment, the white-robed old Daoist's voice came from outside the main hall.

"Huangpi'er, your master is back, and I've brought you something good!"As he spoke, the white-robed old Daoist swayed into the main hall, carrying a large, unconscious yellow dog in his hand.

The large yellow dog seemed to have been beaten up.

Its mouth was crooked, and its body was limp, as if it were dead.

"Second Master, what did you do to it?"

"It was barking and making a fuss, so your master gave it a good whack."

The white-robed old Daoist wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said excitedly, "Huangpi'er, quick, quick, start the pot and boil some water. We're eating dog meat today!"

"Second Master!"

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "This is Huang Er. It's not a dog. You can't eat it."

"Huangpi'er, you've learned to lie. It's clearly a dog!!"

"Second Master, look."

Chen Huangpi shook his head, took Huang Er from the white-robed old Daoist's hand, and activated the Dog Rearing Scripture.

Huang Er was bent on returning to its lamp form and undoing the Dog Rearing Scripture.

The latter required the consent of both the master and the running dog.

The former, Chen Huangpi could do.

Because this was the right of the master.

Chen Huangpi gathered the essence qi from between his two kidneys along a strange path and injected it into Huang Er's body.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Er returned to its true form.

The white-robed old Daoist's eyes were bewildered, and he looked around. "Huangpi'er, where's the dog? Where did you hide the dog?"

"Second Master, you must be mistaken. Where did a dog come from?"

Chen Huangpi spread his hands, his expression firm.

His master's madness was very troublesome.

Sometimes he would go crazy, shouting and screaming, and couldn't be coaxed.

Sometimes he was easily fooled.

"No dog, no dog!!"

The white-robed old Daoist sat down on the ground, grabbing his hair with both hands, his legs kicking incessantly, and began to wail.

"Your master wants to eat dog meat, dog meat is delicious!"

"Second Master, don't cry. I'll cook for you, okay?"

Hearing this, the white-robed old Daoist immediately stopped crying and clapped his hands, laughing loudly.

"The food Huangpi'er makes is delicious!"

But then, as if he had thought of something, the white-robed old Daoist suddenly said, "Huangpi'er, why didn't you cook for your master last night? Do you not want to take care of your master anymore? Do you want to leave the temple?"

"No, that's not it."

Chen Huangpi explained, "Last night, the earth dragon turned over, and Huang Er and I were trapped outside and couldn't come back."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, Second Master. I will take care of you for the rest of my life."

The master and disciple had depended on each other for many years.

It could be said that the white-robed old Daoist was Chen Huangpi's only family.

There was also Huang Er, the only other one, but unfortunately, their ties were severed, so it was better not to mention it.

The white-robed old Daoist smiled with satisfaction, "Huangpi'er, your master knows you are the most filial, so I was deliberately testing you. You really didn't disappoint your master."

Hearing these nonsensical words, Chen Huangpi felt both heartache and worry.

He thought to himself, "The medicine I brewed last time doesn't seem to be working for master's illness, but this is the last prescription in the medicine classic."

Over the years, in order to cure his master's madness, Chen Huangpi had gone through all the medicine classics in the temple.

He had used every prescription written in them.

But his master's condition showed no signs of improvement.

Now the last prescription was used up...

Where could he find a new prescription?

"Maybe I should go to the scripture pavilion at night..."

A thought popped into Chen Huangpi's mind.

He was a little hesitant. The Pure Immortal Temple during the day did not have a scripture pavilion. There was only the main hall, the alchemy room, the kitchen, the guest rooms, and a few side halls.

But at night, after darkness fell, the Pure Immortal Temple would return to its former appearance.

There were thousands of guest rooms alone, not to mention a place like the scripture pavilion.

But there was a problem.

That was, before his master went mad, he had forbidden Chen Huangpi from stepping into those areas that shouldn't exist.

Otherwise, he would be locked in the alchemy furnace and burned by fire, only to be released at dawn, and then spanked when he came out.

Chen Huangpi was still young then.

He was afraid of fire and also afraid of being spanked.

So, he hadn't been in there for a very, very long time.

The thought of sneaking into that area at night made Chen Huangpi's heart feel weak, and his butt ached faintly.

This made him a little angry from embarrassment.

"Chen Huangpi, oh Chen Huangpi, you're already nine years old. Why are you still as timid as an eight-year-old child!"

"Yes, you're right. I'll go tonight!"

Chen Huangpi said to himself in his heart.

And just at that moment, Chen Huangpi suddenly felt a dampness on his shoulder.

He turned his head and found that his Second Master had somehow appeared behind him.

And he was staring straight at him, drooling incessantly.

"Your master almost forgot, you're already nine years old..."

The white-robed old Daoist cracked a smile, a greedy and crazed grin. "Nine years old, nine years old!!!!!"

"Huangpi'er, your master has waited so long for you!!!"

"Eight years old, nine years old, do you know how long your master has waited for this day?"

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "Last year was a leap year, which means, Second Master, you waited for three hundred and sixty-six days."

"Three hundred and sixty-six days?"

The white-robed old Daoist was suddenly stunned.

"Is that long?"

"Is it not long?"

Chen Huangpi scratched his head. Could he have remembered it wrong?

No way, his memory had always been very good.

Yesterday was his birthday, yesterday he was eight, today he is nine.

For a moment, Chen Huangpi had a sudden realization, "It's not long. Second Master, you only waited for one day."

"One day?"

The white-robed old Daoist's head swayed, as if he was in some kind of struggle. He paced back and forth in the main hall, from east to west, from south to north, from the entrance to the end, and then from the ground to the wall, to the roof.

As he walked, he muttered to himself.

"One day?"

"Three hundred and sixty-six days?"

"Is it not long? Is it long?"

"Why is it only this long?"

"Why is it not that long?"

"Wrong, right, not right, not right, definitely not right!"

"Huangpi'er!!!!!"

The white-robed old Daoist roared, and his disheveled white hair stood on end.

"You've become a bad boy! You've learned to lie to your master!!"

"I didn't!"

Chen Huangpi argued for himself, but the white-robed old Daoist walked down from the roof and placed his hands on his shoulders.

Then, panting heavily, with white foam coming out of his mouth, he said very seriously and firmly, "You are lying to your master!"

"Last year! Was not a leap year!"

"There were only three hundred and sixty-five days!"

"Huh?"

Chen Huangpi was truly dumbfounded.

He had always thought his memory was very good, but he had even gotten the regular and leap years wrong.

So it was just what he thought he thought.

"So, today is my birthday, and I'll only be nine tomorrow?"

"Your master has to wait another day?"

The white-robed old Daoist was also dumbfounded.

The master and disciple stared at each other.

Chen Huangpi shook his head like a rattle drum and said, "No, I'm definitely nine. My clothes are a size smaller. Second Master, look, yesterday I only reached your stomach, today I reach your chest. I've grown!"

"But last year was not a leap year!"

The white-robed old Daoist pulled his hair in frustration.

He wasn't hungry, just greedy.

He had been craving this bite for three hundred and sixty-five days.

Although it wasn't long, it felt like three hundred and sixty-five years had passed.

No...

It seemed even longer than that.

"Your master can't wait any longer!!! Huangpi'er, quickly let your master take a bite! To satisfy my craving!!!"

The white-robed old Daoist opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth.

Chen Huangpi said, "Second Master, where do you want to bite? Is it the arm, the thigh, the hand, or the foot? My butt meat is quite firm, how about you bite here?"

As soon as his voice fell, Chen Huangpi felt the world go black, spinning around him.

"Huangpi'er, how do you feel?"

"I feel like I'm in a stomach."

...

In the main hall, on the offering table, the brass oil lamp was awakened by the crunching sound of a neck being bitten.

At first, it thought the Temple Master was gnawing on it.

But when it opened its eyes, it saw the white-robed old Daoist leaning back, his mouth open like a snake's, the wrinkles on his face stretched to their limit. His sharp teeth were constantly biting at two legs, and from his neck to his abdomen, there was an exaggerated bulge, as if he had swallowed a person.

The brass oil lamp closed its eyes. It was very sad, very heartbroken.

It wanted to cry, but it was afraid of disturbing the Temple Master's meal, so it could only cry silently in its heart.

"Chen Huangpi, you died so miserably. I will remember you!"

And just at that moment, a painful howl echoed through the main hall.

"Pain! It hurts..."

The white-robed old Daoist's face was filled with pain. Wisps of black smoke came out of his nostrils, ears, the tear ducts of his eyes, and even the gaps between his teeth.

The brass oil lamp opened its eyes, looking at this scene in disbelief.

"Chen Huangpi, you died so miserably? Your resentment is so strong? Are you turning into an evil god?"

Just as this thought arose, the white-robed old Daoist opened his mouth wide, his body swaying, and with a "wah," he spat Chen Huangpi out.

As soon as Chen Huangpi landed, the black smoke on his body instantly retracted.

It was as if it had never appeared.

"Ugh..."

"Huangpi'er, you smell so strongly of smoke. Your master is nauseous!"

The white-robed old Daoist dry-heaved incessantly.

But after retching for a long time, his mental state became better and better, and the madness and evil in his eyes were gradually replaced by clarity.

On the other hand, Chen Huangpi, apart from the bite marks on his clothes, didn't even have a red spot on his skin.

The brass oil lamp on the side exclaimed in its heart, "He's not dead even after this? How is Chen Huangpi even more heretical than the Temple Master?"

At this time, Chen Huangpi said, "Second Master, I don't know what's going on. Last time, when First Master put me in the alchemy furnace and passed on the dharma to me, black smoke came out of my body. Am I polluted? Am I turning into an evil god?"

"Your First Master passed on the dharma to you?"

The white-robed old Daoist's eyes were obscure and unfathomable. He frowned and said, "What dharma did he pass on?"

"The Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art..."

"Are you forging the kidney temple?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, the white-robed old Daoist's expression changed and struggled, finally letting out a long sigh.

"Silly disciple, this is an evil art. Your First Master is not as kind-hearted as your master. He is harming you!"

Chen Huangpi was shocked, "What? Second Master, you... no, First Master is trying to harm me?"

The white-robed old Daoist nodded heavily, sighing incessantly, "That technique is alive. Once you start forging the kidney temple, it won't stop. Once the five viscera temple grounds are formed and the gods are invited into the pot, you will be completely refined."

(End of Chapter)