Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 14: Second Master Passes on the Dharma

Chen Huangpi panicked. The Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art was extremely special.

He didn't even know how he had entered the path; it was as if it just happened.

Moreover, after entering the path, this technique was indeed not like what he had seen in the memories of those cultivators. Those cultivators needed to cultivate and meditate, but he didn't need to at all.

Between his two kidneys, essence qi was self-generating.

It circulated endlessly, forging the kidney temple.

It simply couldn't be stopped.

"Then is the black smoke coming from my body also because of the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art?"

"No."

"But before I started cultivating, black smoke never came out of my body."

Chen Huangpi searched his memories. This situation had indeed never happened before."Huangpi'er, don't panic. This is very normal."

The white-robed old Daoist gently stroked Chen Huangpi's head and comforted him, "You're grown up now. A little black smoke coming from your body is no big deal. In the future, you'll grow hair and other things. These are not important..."

"Then what is important?"

"What's important is that your First Master is bad, and your Second Master is good. Remember that?"

"I remember!"

"Do you really remember?"

After speaking, the white-robed old Daoist stared into Chen Huangpi's eyes.

Chen Huangpi turned his head, unwilling to look at him.

His master's brain had been damaged from his cultivation practice, and he had gone mad.

So he always believed he had three masters.

The purple-robed First Master, the white-robed Second Master, and the green-robed Third Master.

In reality, they were all the same person.

Chen Huangpi and his master had a deep bond.

He felt that even if his master was mad, he wouldn't harm him.

"Huangpi'er, you've become a bad boy!"

The white-robed old Daoist was heartbroken and sighed to the heavens, "What kind of bewitching soup did he give you? When you master the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art, he will eat you!!!!"

"But Second Master, you already ate me once just now."

"What?"

The white-robed old Daoist was greatly alarmed.

He looked panicked, astonished.

It was as if he had forgotten what had just happened.

For a moment, the white-robed old Daoist's expression changed, and he began to pace back and forth in the main hall, his mood fluctuating.

"The eldest is bad, I am good. It was clearly he who wanted to eat Huangpi'er, why did it become me?"

"Could it be that I am the bad one?"

The white-robed old Daoist's pace was very fast.

So fast that it created afterimages.

"Second Master, stop walking. I'm getting dizzy. No one is bad, everyone is good!"

"Not right!"

The white-robed old Daoist stopped, turned his head, and stared at Chen Huangpi, saying, "Your master must be good. If your master ate you, then your master would be bad. But Huangpi'er, you are alive and well. Your master definitely did not eat you, so your master is good!"

These words were rambling.

Chen Huangpi felt even more dizzy listening to them.

So he said, "Second Master, I wouldn't lie to you. You even asked me how I felt. I told you I was in your stomach. You just forgot."

"But you're still alive."

"That's because you spat me out."

"Didn't finish eating, so that's half-good."

The white-robed old Daoist let out a long sigh of relief and laughed with relief.

"Jie jie jie..."

Hearing this half-good laughter, Chen Huangpi also laughed along.

The medicine classic said that no matter what illness a person has, besides medicine, the best method is to maintain a happy mood.

Only by laughing often can one's condition improve.

And at this moment.

"Although your master is good, your First Master is still bad!"

The white-robed old Daoist suddenly stopped laughing and frowned, "That Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art is even worse. When the five viscera are forged into temple grounds and the gods are invited into the pot, your First Master will eat you. Your master is kind-hearted and will absolutely not let him get the first bite."

"But..."

Chen Huangpi hesitated, not knowing if he should say it.

He felt that this technique was quite good.

And he was already very powerful even before he had forged the kidney temple.

In the future, it would be easier to chop firewood, make fires, and patrol the mountains for his master.

"Don't be blinded by petty gains!"

The white-robed old Daoist said heartbrokenly, "Since you started cultivating that evil art, have you not felt any changes in your body?"

"What changes?"

"The five viscera are a person's life, and the kidneys are the foundation of life."

"The kidneys belong to the water element, seemingly hard but actually soft."

"Have you not felt that you are often in low spirits, depressed and unhappy?"

As soon as he said this, Chen Huangpi had a sudden realization, "It seems so. I do get sad more easily than usual, and I cry easily."

"And this is just the kidneys. The spleen, stomach, heart, and liver will all affect your emotions. These are the five poisons."

"What will the five poisons do?"

Chen Huangpi was frightened, and his small face instantly turned pale.

The white-robed old Daoist sneered, "At best, you'll become stupid. At worst, you'll go mad. You might even split into five personalities, each fighting with you for control of your body. At that point, you'll be completely finished."

"Second Master, save me!!"

"I don't want to go mad. I still have to take care of you in your old age and send you off."

Chen Huangpi threw himself into the white-robed old Daoist's arms.

The latter patted his back and comforted him, "Huangpi'er, your master knows you are filial and will not let your First Master's scheme succeed. He wants to get the first bite, but your master will absolutely not allow it."

"Coincidentally, your master also has a technique here!"

"It's called the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art. Once you enter the path, you also don't need to meditate and cultivate. It's extremely suitable for you!"

"Second Master, you're so good to me."

Chen Huangpi wiped his tears, moved.

Without needing to meditate and cultivate, he wouldn't be delayed from patrolling the mountains and gathering herbs.

It was indeed very suitable for him. Second Master was so considerate.

"Then how do I enter the path?"

"Just close your eyes and feel with your heart. Leave the rest to your master."

Chen Huangpi obediently closed his eyes.

The brass oil lamp on the side also closed its eyes.

"It's over. Chen Huangpi is too naive, too trusting of the Temple Master. He can't see that the Temple Master is pretending."

Yes, the white-robed old Daoist was pretending.

Looking at the closed-eyed Chen Huangpi, the white-robed old Daoist's face suddenly twisted, baring his teeth, as if the pain of being corroded by the black smoke from before was now uncontrollably erupting.

Pain, so much pain.

But after the pain, the white-robed old Daoist grinned ferociously again.

"Jie jie jie!"

"Second Master, what are you laughing at?"

Chen Huangpi frowned.

"You heard wrong. Your master wasn't laughing."

The white-robed old Daoist quickly covered his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Stand still. Your master is about to pass on the dharma to you."

As he spoke, he reached out a hand.

The two candlesticks on the offering table flew into his hands.

There were still candles on the candlesticks. The candles melted and fell off quickly, revealing the sharp, bluish-black iron spikes connected to the base inside.

"Your master is coming!"

The white-robed old Daoist shouted, holding a candlestick in each hand, and stabbed them fiercely at Chen Huangpi's temples.

With a boom, Chen Huangpi felt an intense pain in his head, as if it had exploded.

He felt his head become incredibly large.

And then incredibly small.

Then, the essence qi between his two kidneys, as if stimulated, rushed into his head.

Then, characters like flowers, birds, fish, and insects appeared in his head.

He had never seen them before.

But as soon as he looked at them, he knew what those characters meant.

It was the complete text of the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art.

All the characters spun in his mind like meteors, faster and faster, faster and faster.

"Ugh..."

Chen Huangpi dry-heaved, felt the world go black, and fainted completely.

...

At this very moment, in the mountain forest near Mount Yuqiong, a group of remnants walked aimlessly.

They had lost their way.

Everyone's face was filled with worry.

It was daytime now, but at night, the Hundred Thousand Mountains would become extremely terrifying, and those evil entities would all come out.

And they were all mortals. Without the protection of a mountain god, they would only face death.

Suddenly...

A cough sounded.

"Where are the others? Are you the only ones who survived?"

Granny Tang leaned on a broken tree branch, her wrinkled face pale, her voice weak.

"Granny Tang."

The remnants were overjoyed.

"You're okay. Is that evil god dead!"

"The mountain god must have won!"

"The mountain god is mighty!"

For these remnants, the mountain god was not only the deity that protected them but also the faith they had worshipped since childhood.

They believed in the power of the mountain god.

Seeing this, Granny Tang showed a bitter smile.

How she wished it were so.

But now, she was exhausted both physically and mentally. After witnessing the scene of the bizarre white-robed old Daoist eating a living being, it was already a great fortune to have escaped with her life. At this moment, she naturally didn't want to explain what had happened.

Granny Tang was also scared.

At this time, the remnants suddenly noticed that Granny Tang was alone, and the mountain god's statue was gone.

"Granny Tang, where is the mountain god?"

"Could it be..."

The crowd seemed to understand something, and their faces instantly turned ashen. Despair enveloped everyone's hearts.

"The mountain god is still here, but..."

"But what?"

Granny Tang looked up in the direction of Mount Yuqiong and said bitterly, "But... but the mountain god asked me to save it..."

In fact, she hadn't explained it clearly.

When the mountain god sent out a distress signal, it was two hours ago.

The voice was extremely weak, intermittent.

If Granny Tang hadn't served the mountain god for many years, she wouldn't have been able to understand its meaning at all.

As for now, she could only sense the direction where the mountain god was.

But she couldn't get a response from the mountain god.

She had to find the mountain god.

Otherwise, without a deity's protection, they wouldn't survive the night.

But Granny Tang knew in her heart that the mountain god had been swallowed by that white-robed old Daoist.

She only had Golden Core cultivation.

And that bizarre existence could even eat deities raw...

"You all find a safe..."

Granny Tang opened her mouth and said with a bitter smile, "Where is there a safe place? Just wait here. I will go see the mountain god."

She didn't say she would come back, because she couldn't.

She also didn't have any more instructions for these remnants.

Because it was meaningless.

The reason she still insisted on going was that her only granddaughter was already dead, and she had no more attachments.

It would be good to accompany the mountain god.

...

Chen Huangpi felt very hot.

Very dry...

With each breath, the air was scorching.

He opened his eyes, and the surroundings were pitch black.

His head was groggy, as if something had been added, and something had been taken away.

"Have I mastered the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art?"

Chen Huangpi didn't feel anything.

But he had a gut feeling that he was a little different.

But he couldn't put his finger on it.

However, the general text of the Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art mentioned that the six yin would not die, and the six yang would live forever. First, there would be a yin spirit, then a yang spirit. Only when they were harmonized into one would it be complete.

As long as he cultivated diligently, the yin spirit would naturally appear.

Thinking this, Chen Huangpi was relieved.

Suddenly...

With a crash, Chen Huangpi felt a sound from above his head. The pitch-black pot lid was moved aside, and light shone in.

"Wuwuwu, Huangpi'er, so you were hiding here. Your master has been looking for you for so long!!"

As soon as his voice fell, Chen Huangpi saw his master's face, with its white hair and beard and thin cheeks, peeking in.

His master was wearing a purple robe.

So this was First Master.

(End of Chapter)